I was once a cherished heiress, showered with every ounce of love and luxury. But one day, I learned the truth: I was not of this family's blood. From the moment the "real" daughter was brought home, my doting parents and brother began to take every word from her lips as gospel. Then I was framed as the one who pushed my grandmother down the stairs. My own family sent me away to a correctional facility, where I endured three years of inhuman torment — leaving me with permanent, irreversible disabilities. Three years later, they brought me back home. But nothing could ever return to the way it was before.
