The Unwanted Heiress And Her Silent Tears

Chapter 6

Word Count: 600 | Released on: 07/05/2026

her spine. The fluorescent lights swam. For a terrible second she couldn't pull in air at all - just lay t

ad scattered

air with the irritated look of someone who had somewhere to be. He w

down and picked up a sheet of paper from the floor.

inted in clean black

lved. What replaced it was some

s best friend. And from the look on his face r

carried down the empty hallway without

forbidden, explosive. Now here it was again, and this time she could feel the weight of it, th

She didn't argue. S

had expected flinching, and

g sure she watched every second of it, and dropped i

with trash," he

rash can. Then back to him.

riated him more tha

until his face was inches from hers. He smelled of expensive aftershave and

away from Han

Excuse me," she said, her voic

ked genuinely thrown. Like t

sharp-eyed behind her glasses, fixed Dylon with a wi

shoulder into Abigail's bruised a

ieved the crumpled ball of paper, and smoothed it methodi

into the

e. The silence had a texture to it - thick an

extbook against the wrinkled paper until the creases disapp

o class since she was twelve years old. Whatever else this

up her pen,

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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.”