The Unwanted Heiress And Her Silent Tears

Chapter 3

Word Count: 754 | Released on: 07/05/2026

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he door open

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and shoved Abigail

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the table. "Debbra is a fraud! She has been sent

feet, his face pale with a fury that looked too big for the room, and

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look of someone who had identified the source of everything that

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. "Pick up your knife and fork. You

porcelain, the sound filling the dead air of the enormous roo

ld stop it, hitting the expe

otographs on the walls, and the sixteen years that

o forgive me for existing. And th

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“Abigail was the biological heir to the wealthy Richmond family, finally brought home after sixteen years of living in poverty. But her birth family didn't love her. They were completely obsessed with Debbra, the fake daughter who had been sent away after a DNA test. Her biological brother looked at her faded clothes with unfiltered disgust. He left her standing in the freezing rain, screaming that it was her fault Debbra was gone. Her mother shoved her hard against a wall just for touching a crystal music box. "She is not my daughter! My daughter plays Chopin, not this pathetic hick!" Even at her elite new school, her brother's friends threw her to the marble floor, mocking her as trash. In chemistry class, a boy deliberately knocked over a beaker, splashing corrosive acid onto her wrist. No one helped her. They just ordered her to clean up the mess. Abigail didn't ask to be switched at birth during a chaotic hospital storm. She didn't understand why her mere existence was treated as an unforgivable crime, while the imposter who stole her life was worshipped like a saint. Washing her chemical burns alone in the empty lab, the last shred of her hope for a family completely died. She calmly peeled off her rubber gloves and looked at her pale reflection. She decided to give up on their love and treat them as nothing more than strangers. But just as she chose to become a ghost, a heavy thud echoed in the silent hallway, and a bloody hand slammed violently against the frosted glass of her door.”