The Unwanted Heiress And Her Silent Tears

Chapter 7

Word Count: 711 | Released on: 07/05/2026

g at 3:30 PM, and

s. Abigail had no umbrella. She zipped he

ass, already staring at his phone. She jogged through the puddles, snea

head sn

oking past her, across the busy str

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hood and pulled it back, and for one brief, exposed second, Abigail saw her face - or enough of it. Long blonde ha

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and cracked, a sound she had not heard from

into th

ten feet away, tires shrieking on the wet asphalt, the bumper stopping less than a fo

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d stood at the mouth of the alley, calling her

n the rain and

ong. It came from something much harder to hate: grief. He had lost someone he loved,

ugh. His hair dripped into his eyes. He stopped in front of Abigail

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t choose any of this any more than you did. But she looked at the red rims of his eyes, the way his hands

e car door o

herself into the corner. The Escalade tor

te trench coat, vanishing into an alley in the rain. She thought about the way D

nd a girl who wasn't here, and Abigail had been dropped into the center of that orbit like a stone in

bigail's head knocked again

th shut. She kep

re a very specific kind of endurance - not just toughness, but patience. Th

t much patience. But she wa

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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.”