The Real Daughter Plays Victim, While I Hold the Receipts
Language: en
The day my wealthy adoptive parents brought their 'real' daughter home, I had my bags already packed. "I'll head back to the village. Make room for the real one." My parents' smiles were strained as they pressed a hand on my suitcase. "Nonsense. This house is big enough for ten daughters. You're not going anywhere." On the first day, the real daughter, Celeste, saw me, her eyes welled up with perfect, on-demand tears. "I envy you so much. You enjoyed eighteen years of Mom and Dad's love. I got nothing." That night, she was found in the bathtub, an empty bottle of sleeping pills…