Rewriting My Tragic Fake Heir Ending
Language: en
I woke up gasping, the remnants of a nightmare clinging to my skin like cold sweat. My eyes were still stinging with tears, but my fingers were already white-knuckled around a stack of legal documents. "I’ll sign!" I nearly screamed the words into the sterile air of the study. "From today on, I want nothing to do with the Stanford family!" In the dream—no, in that other life—I was twenty, and I had become the "disposable heir." When the Stanfords threw me out, I had nothing but the clothes on my back. The real biological son had stepped in and effortlessly reclaimed the life I thought was…