A Lie: He Called Me Seraphina

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For seven years, I was Seraphina Hayes, living in a forced haze, my memories stolen, my face not my own. My seven-year-old son, Leo, had just innocently questioned why his father, Ethan Montgomery, was celebrating his anniversary gala with another woman who looked like me. He didn't know the chilling truth: the woman on TV was indeed the real Seraphina, back from her faked death. Then, in a single horrific moment, my world shattered: Leo floated lifelessly in the deep end of our pool, a silent victim of Ethan' s brutal "punishment." His death was a shockwave, tearing through the veil of amnesia, flooding my mind with the agonizing truth-my name was Elara Vance, not Seraphina. I stumbled into Ethan's cruel reality, reeling from the loss, only to be met with his furious denial that Leo was dead, insisting it was a trick from the "impostor" me. He violently scattered my son's ashes onto the floor, dismissing them as "just dust" and a "sick game." He believed a forged DNA report presented by the real Seraphina, condemning Leo as not his own, mocking my grief. My mother-in-law, Eleanor, who had engineered my forced marriage, later collapsed and died, another casualty of Seraphina's sinister manipulations, leaving me utterly alone. The man who stole my life, erased my identity, and was responsible for my son' s death now stood triumphantly by the woman who orchestrated my pain, while I was dismissed as insane, a liar, and a harlot. How could a mother plot such a terrible deceit, how could a father deny his own child, and how could I, the true victim, be blamed for everything? But in the wreckage, a new resolve ignited: I would reclaim my name, expose their monstrous lies, and ensure that the truth of Leo's life, and my own, would be heard, no matter the cost.

Betrayal Revenge Appearance change Multiple identities Drama Kickass Heroine

Chapter 10

10-31 19:48

Introduction

For seven years, I was Seraphina Hayes, living in a forced haze, my memories stolen, my face not my own.

My seven-year-old son, Leo, had just innocently questioned why his father, Ethan Montgomery, was celebrating his anniversary gala with another woman who looked like me.

He didn't know the chilling truth: the woman on TV was indeed the real Seraphina, back from her faked death.

Then, in a single horrific moment, my world shattered: Leo floated lifelessly in the deep end of our pool, a silent victim of Ethan' s brutal "punishment."

His death was a shockwave, tearing through the veil of amnesia, flooding my mind with the agonizing truth-my name was Elara Vance, not Seraphina.

I stumbled into Ethan's cruel reality, reeling from the loss, only to be met with his furious denial that Leo was dead, insisting it was a trick from the "impostor" me.

He violently scattered my son's ashes onto the floor, dismissing them as "just dust" and a "sick game."

He believed a forged DNA report presented by the real Seraphina, condemning Leo as not his own, mocking my grief.

My mother-in-law, Eleanor, who had engineered my forced marriage, later collapsed and died, another casualty of Seraphina's sinister manipulations, leaving me utterly alone.

The man who stole my life, erased my identity, and was responsible for my son' s death now stood triumphantly by the woman who orchestrated my pain, while I was dismissed as insane, a liar, and a harlot.

How could a mother plot such a terrible deceit, how could a father deny his own child, and how could I, the true victim, be blamed for everything?

But in the wreckage, a new resolve ignited: I would reclaim my name, expose their monstrous lies, and ensure that the truth of Leo's life, and my own, would be heard, no matter the cost.