I didn't know if it was because the wound hurt too much, but tears streamed from my eyes.
I had suffered a disaster out of nowhere, yet he only stood up for Eden.
If I had died at the hands of the murderer today, would he still think it was what I deserved?
The doctor said my wound was too deep, and the baby couldn't be saved.
I would need to stay in the hospital for at least another two months to recover.
I lowered my gaze, understanding clearly.
It was already a stroke of luck to have survived. How could I expect to keep the child?
Tears fell onto the blanket as my heart twisted in pain.
Mom couldn't protect you.
Just like Jone said, I was the fake daughter who stole someone else's identity. How could I deserve happiness?
I tried calling my parents, but no one answered.
Before Jone left, he told me that Eden had already been brought home.
Of course, no one cared whether I lived or died now.
So many years of familial ties were severed by a change in identity.
I was no longer myself.
I was like a clown in a cage, toyed with by them.
Eden had long told Jone about her identity.
Jone had only been with me to make my loss more painful now.
After a few days of recuperation in the hospital, the true daughter Eden came to see me.
"Isn't this the former Green family's eldest daughter? How did you end up like this?"
She stood before my hospital bed, dressed in the latest designer suit, her makeup immaculate.
Without even looking in the mirror, I knew what I must look like now.
I had disheveled hair and a swollen face.
"You're the real eldest daughter now. Go back home and enjoy your life. Why waste time here?"
I kept my head down, ignoring her, and continued peeling an apple.
This wasn't the first time I had met Eden.
She was the "sister" Jone had introduced to me, the kind girl who had helped him before.
She used to call me "sister" sweetly in front of me.
"Of course, I'm going to enjoy it. I've lost so many years, but I'm also here to see your misery. Otherwise, how could I feel satisfied?"
Eden's beautiful face twisted slightly, but in the next moment, she smiled again.
"And I'm already pregnant, carrying Jone's child. When I officially return home in a few days, we're getting engaged."
I snapped my head up, staring at her abdomen.
Because of this incident, my uterus was severely damaged, making it difficult for me to conceive again.