Seven days after I was found and brought back home, I stumbled upon a confession post online. [Actually, the year my parents adopted me, I knew the real daughter was also in the orphanage. But I didn't dare say anything. I was afraid I wouldn't have a home and would continue to be bullied by the director.] [Now my parents favor me and treat her badly. I feel so guilty. How can I make it up to her?] In my past life, I discovered the poster was the fake daughter, Chloe. I broke down and dragged my crippled right leg to confront her. But that night, she couldn't handle the pressure and jumped off a building. My parents blamed me for her death, screaming out of control for me to pay with my life. Only my adoptive brother protected me. He took me away to live elsewhere. But he refused to get me a doctor and tormented me daily. "You drove Chloe to her death. You killed a vibrant life with your own hands. You must use your life to atone and repent." In the end, I fell into severe depression and jumped off a building, just like the fake daughter did years ago. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I discovered the post. 1 Netizens thought Chloe was just fishing for attention to gain followers and left all sorts of sarcastic comments. She continued updating. [My parents raised me for eighteen years. They have feelings for me and couldn't bear to send me away, so they let me be the real daughter's sister.] [The first time my sister and I met, we were both five. We became best friends in the orphanage. But I was afraid her parents would recognize her and not adopt me, so that day I tricked her into playing hide-and-seek and told her to hide.] [Later, I wanted to find her, but she had been adopted. She lived a very bitter life all these years. Her leg is crippled, and she's skin and bones.] [I heard her adoptive family was terrible, beating and scolding her, neglecting her. They made her drop out before finishing middle school to fend for herself.] [In contrast, I grew up in luxury, never lacking money. If I so much as sneezed, my parents and brother would nervously call the family doctor. I also attend a top private high school. I really feel sorry for her...] In my past life, it was because I read these that I completely exploded. How could I not hate? The first day I was recognized back into the Moore family, my mother hugged me and cried bitterly. My stern-faced father's eyes reddened. My adoptive brother, Lucas, gently patted my head. We should have lived happily ever after. But Chloe appeared. Wearing a beautiful dress, wearing diamonds I had only seen in advertisements, smelling sweet and soft. I subconsciously lowered my head. My right leg, crippled by my adoptive father, barely supported my malnourished body. My $9.99 bargain bin clothes smelled weird after being worn for too long, and black lint from the fabric was stuck under my fingernails. Why? She occupied my life. I hated Chloe. She had changed too much, so I didn't recognize her as "Dumpling" from the orphanage. After getting lost back then, I was sent there by kind people. Never full, never warm. The director was fierce, but nice to Dumpling. Every time the director took Dumpling away to "play games" and brought her back, she would have a bag of snacks. I wanted snacks too, so I asked her how to play the games. She said: "The games aren't fun at all. They hurt, and they smell bad. If you want to eat something, I can share with you." "But you can't become clean, or the director will easily force you to play games." I believed her and played in the dirt every day like a little monkey. Until one day, six months later, Dumpling suddenly wanted to play hide-and-seek with me. When I came out of the closet. It was dark. She had been adopted by rich people. I felt happy for my best friend. But she lied to me. The truth was ripped open, bloody and raw. In my past life, I went crazy and hit Chloe. Attracting my parents and Lucas. Learning that Chloe caused me to be separated from them for thirteen years, my parents couldn't believe their obedient daughter was so vicious. She cried and apologized over and over. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I ruined your life. I'm sorry..." Not long after, Chloe jumped off the building and died in front of me. My parents, who were originally angry at her deception, collapsed the moment they saw her body. Mom grabbed my collar, out of control. "What did Chloe do wrong! She was just too afraid of being bullied by the director! She wanted parents to protect her! Why did you have to expose her and drive her to death!" "She was also my daughter!" Then what did I do wrong? Being crippled at the best age of my life. Starving until I picked trash to eat, wearing one pair of shoes for four seasons. Is whoever dies the innocent one? I forgot how I left the Moore house that day. I only remember Lucas hugging me, separating me from my parents. His embrace and voice were equally warm. "Don't be afraid. Brother is here." But his existence was also because Chloe wanted a brother, so they adopted him. 2 Lucas settled me in his apartment and wiped away my tears. "From now on, you'll live with me, right here." But Chloe's death became my nightmare. When I woke up screaming at night, it was Lucas who held me tight, coaxing me softly. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Brother is with you." "Brother will find a movie for you to watch. Distract yourself and don't think about those things." But scenes of falling in movies made me even more afraid. So Lucas switched to opera. The passionate voices tugged at my nerves. Only by holding Lucas's hand could I feel a moment of peace. Like duckweed, relying on the water source that allowed me to survive. Love grew in despair. My mental state got worse and worse, and I tried to save myself. "Take me to see a psychiatrist tomorrow." Lucas refused. He pressed close to my ear and asked gently. "When Chloe died, her head was smashed. Have you thought about how much it hurt?" "Do you remember? Before she died, she was apologizing to you. Do you forgive her in your dreams every night?" "Sarah, you are a murderer." "You drove Chloe to her death. You killed a vibrant life with your own hands. You must use your life to atone and repent." It turned out Lucas didn't take me away because he knew I wasn't wrong. He did it to torture me and avenge Chloe. So in this life, I closed that post and pretended not to see it. I didn't want to become a sinner again. I wanted to use the Moore family's influence to climb up. Then leave this place forever and live the life I want. Only I can make myself feel safe relying on myself. So, I went downstairs and told my mom. "I want to continue studying." 3 When I first came home, Mom mentioned transferring me to the high school Chloe attended. I hated her and was afraid of being mocked as a cripple, so I refused immediately. Now that I brought it up myself, Mom was very happy. "That's great. Chloe will have company at school from now on." "Sarah, you've missed a lot of classes. Your brother happens to be a junior in college. He can tutor you. Ask him if you don't understand anything." Lucas was sitting nearby watching TV. Hearing this, he looked up. Still the gentle appearance in my memory. But I didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore, so I shook my head. "No need to trouble Brother. I can ask the teacher." Lucas lowered his eyelashes slightly. "Suit yourself." "Let's eat." Chloe came downstairs too. She sat opposite me cautiously. Mom put food in our bowls and smiled, mentioning I would go to school. Chloe's face turned slightly pale. "It's good that sister is willing to study. I will take care of sister at school..." I interrupted her softly. "Mom, I can't eat celery. I'm allergic to celery." I discovered this when working part-time. I was so hungry I ate leftovers from customers, but broke out in a rash and had difficulty breathing. The shop owner was scared and called an ambulance. Afterwards, because I affected the shop's business, he deducted my $100 salary for that month. Mom was stunned, and quickly picked the celery out of my bowl. "It's Mom's fault. Mom will remember from now on." "Chloe, you eat it. You like celery the most." But she threw away that piece of celery and picked a new piece for Chloe, as if my bowl was unclean. Mom picked up another piece of fish, carefully removed the bones, and teased Chloe. "You have to eat a bite of meat after eating celery, otherwise it won't be the balanced diet you want." The love that should have belonged to me fell on Chloe. Chloe carefully observed my reaction. I just took big bites of meat. The fake beef I ate before was soft and tasted like tofu. Unlike the meat I was eating now, bouncy and savory. I ate very quickly. Suddenly there was an extra piece of ribs in my bowl. Lucas picked it. "Ribs are delicious too. You can't just eat beef." I froze, daring not to touch it. Subconsciously guessing, is there something wrong with the ribs? My nose felt hot. He quickly took a tissue to help me wipe the nosebleed. I stood up in panic and backed away. The chair legs dragged on the ground making a harsh sound. Mom looked over, and I spoke in a panic. "I'm full." Running upstairs, I heard Lucas's low instructions. "Mama Wang, Sarah seems to have internal heat. Cook her some sweet soup to cool it down." Lucas was such a considerate person. After I came home, even if we had no feelings, he would care about me, whether I was used to living here, whether my clothes were warm enough. That's why in my past life I never suspected that his kindness to me hid hatred. But it doesn't matter. In this world, Chloe won't die. And I won't have a mental breakdown and jump off a building. The enrollment procedures were done quickly. On Monday morning, I could go to school with Chloe. She came to my room. 4 Chloe was holding an orange bag with a backpack inside. I had seen customers carrying it when I delivered food part-time. It was called Hermes or something, very expensive. "Sister, your school bag is a bit small. There are many subjects in high school, it won't fit. This one is new, I'm giving it to you." From the day I came back, Chloe found excuses to give me expensive things. I thought she was showing off and refused coldly every time. Now I realized that was her compensation for guiltily stealing my identity. This time, I accepted it without hesitation, estimating the resale price. After all, money won't lie to people. Seeing I didn't refuse, Chloe's steps leaving were a bit lighter. I took the bag downstairs, ready to go to school. Passing the living room, Mom suddenly stopped me. "Sarah, do you like Hermes too?" "If you like it, Mom can buy it for you, but you shouldn't steal..." Mom coughed lightly and changed to a euphemism, "You shouldn't take Chloe's bag." I was stunned. "Chloe gave this to me." "Impossible. Chloe treasures this limited edition the most. Usually she can't bear to use it. Once when I teased her about giving it away, she even cried." At this moment, Chloe came down. Hearing Mom's words, she hurriedly admitted. "I gave it to Sister." Mom didn't understand. "Don't you like this bag very much?" "I..." Chloe stammered, daring not to tell the truth. But it made Mom misunderstand that I bullied her, and her face darkened. Lucas walked over. "It was indeed Chloe who gave it. I heard it upstairs just now." Chloe nodded immediately. "That's right, Brother can testify for me." But Lucas had been downstairs with Mom the whole time. Mom sighed. "You siblings are just too soft-hearted." "Then let's forget about this matter." Lightly glossed over, I became a thief who couldn't be cleared. I clenched my hands and didn't explain further. Mom wouldn't believe me. They were Chloe's family. Whatever I did was wrong, so why say more? I turned around and found a consignment shop to sell the bag. Seven figures. A number I couldn't earn even if I died working. Being treated as a thief was worth it.
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