Two hundred feet beneath the surface, I shoved my last backup regulator into Veronica’s mouth.

Two hundred feet beneath the surface, I shoved my last backup regulator into Veronica’s mouth. To save my mother’s favorite protege, I skipped two vital decompression stops. When they hauled me onto the research vessel, the ship’s doctor warned that I needed to get into the only decompression chamber immediately, or I’d be permanently paralyzed. Instead, right in front of millions watching the expedition livestream, my mother pushed Veronica into the chamber. "Chloe is my daughter," she announced to the cameras, soaking in the praise. "That’s exactly why I won’t let her receive special treatment." Three hours later, I lost all feeling below my waist. Veronica, the girl I had just dragged from the brink of death, stole my dive log and was hailed across the country as a deep-sea hero. Three days later, my mother walked into my hospital room. I thought she was finally there to apologize. Instead, she handed me an official incident report. "Just sign this," she said softly. "Admit you dove past your limit and threw a tantrum over medical resources. If you sign, we can all put this behind us." I looked down at my limp, lifeless legs and let out a cold, bitter laugh. My life had never been as important to her as her pristine public image. "Chloe, Veronica is taking the lead camera for this dive." We were twenty minutes from dive time. The Leviathan was anchored near Triton Reef. I was kneeling on the deck, running diagnostics on the underwater sensors.#revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama