The Real Heiress: A Blooming Thorn
When my mother finally found the real heiress, she was on her knees selling shoes on the street. And to my surprise, I recognized her—she was none other than my fiancé's first love. Determined to oust me, the fake heiress, she played her part well, putting on a daily show to make me look bad. I was content to play along, enjoying our little game, until my fiancé’s offhand remark, “Was that really necessary?" shattered my composure.
Fine, I thought, “You can keep this husband and family. I’ve got better things to do—like finding my real parents.”
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