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The Switched Heiress's Stolen Life

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 422    |    Released on: Today at 18:11

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eamed. "You let them die

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The Switched Heiress's Stolen Life
The Switched Heiress's Stolen Life
“I was the long-lost heiress to the Alston family, with a loving husband, a protective brother, and two beautiful twin daughters. My life was perfect. But the day my daughters died in a fire, the two men I loved most didn't comfort me. They protected the woman responsible-Jorja, the one I was switched at birth with. They locked me in a psychiatric ward, claiming I was insane with grief. They said Jorja was a hero who had once saved their lives, and they would protect her at all costs. To save my last surviving daughter, who lay in a coma, they forced me to my knees. I had to publicly confess I was an unfit mother and that my children's deaths were my fault. But it was all a lie. They let my last daughter die anyway, diverting her doctors to treat Jorja for a scratch on her wrist. As I walked out of the hospital, carrying my daughter's cold body, my phone rang. It was a prosecutor. "I saw your post," he said. "Do you still need a lawyer?"”