To be honest, none of this surprised me. My biological parents only brought me back for Melisa’s sake.
I grew up in a tiny mountain village, where life was humble but happy. Then, at the age of twenty, a stranger showed up at my door claiming the hospital had made a mistake—I was actually the biological daughter of the wealthy Jordan Family.
My foster mother, wanting the best for me, agreed to this marriage.
The day I was supposed to leave, my mom cried so hard she couldn’t get a word out. She pulled out a stack of cash from under her sheets, some crumpled, some neat and counted it over and over with her worn-out hands. Then, she shoved it all into my pockets.
Sitting in the car, torn between leaving my mom and meeting my biological parents, I was filled with a mix of emotions. But instead of heading to my new family, the driver took me straight to the hospital.
There, I met my biological parents who insisted I donate blood to Melisa after her car accident. They argued that if it weren’t for that accident, they wouldn’t have found out about our true identities and I wouldn’t have had the chance to return to the Jordan Family. They expected me to be grateful to Melisa.
They were so afraid I’d refuse that they had two bodyguards hold me down. I tried to explain—I had no problem helping Melisa, she was my mom’s biological daughter after all. But no one listened.
I passed out during the transfusion. Later, I learned that donating 900 cc of blood at once could have cost me my life.
When I woke up, I was alone. My parents and brother were all in Melisa’s hospital room. They didn’t seem to care much about their biological daughter—it was like they had already replaced me.
On the day I left the hospital, I finally came face-to-face with Melisa. I greeted her warmly, but she shied away behind our mom, claiming she was scared. No matter how many times I reassured her, she didn’t trust me. Once, when we were alone, she even accused me of pushing her down the stairs—a complete fabrication.
My parents didn’t bother asking—they punished me by making me stand outside the door all night. It happened to rain that day, each droplet felt like needles, causing me excruciating pain. By the next morning, I had a high fever and felt like I was seeing my mother in a blur.