Chapter 1
“James, Philip, isn’t posting that video a bit much? Clara’s pregnant, after all.”
I freeze outside Philip’s office door.
The next second, I hear my brother’s voice.
James says angrily, “That’s exactly why I did it. They say pregnancy makes people kind, but no, not her. I mean, man, she won’t even let you come home.”
My husband Philip responds with a cold laugh:
“Don’t worry about her. She’s soft–hearted–she won’t hurt the baby.”
Three months ago, I spent a passionate night with Philip, my brother’s best friend.
I got pregnant.
Then his ex–girlfriend–the one who abandoned him–came back.
Before the Grant family found me, she was their heiress.
When Philip got the news, he sneered: “She vanished without a word back then. Can’t believe she has the nerve to come back
now.”
My brother James said with icy eyes: “Clara, don’t worry. She’s not my sister anymore. You are–you’re the sister I rescued hree years ago.”
I believed them.
Until… a video of me being abused by my adoptive parents went viral across Instagram.
Panicked and trembling, I rushed to find the two people I trusted most.
Right now, my fingertips dig into my palms.
When those words hit me, I finally wake up completely.
I walk out in a daze. A taxi pulls up in front of me.
“Miss, where to?”
I stare blankly for a moment, then say quietly: “The hospital.”
After the doctor’s confirmation, I schedule an abortion.
The next second, Philip calls me.
I don’t answer. I wait for the call to end.
Then James calls. They keep calling, like they actually care about me.
I pick up. They both sound relieved.
“Clara, you scared the hell out of us. Don’t worry–we’ve handled that video.”
Philip sounds incredibly anxious.
For a moment, I want to ask: “If you hate me so much, aren’t you tired of pretending?”
But I say nothing. Just a soft “Mm.”
Philip notices something’s off. “What’s wrong?”
When I don’t answer, James’s tone turns reproachful: “Don’t disappear on us again. Mom and Dad entrusted you to me–I have to be responsible.”
I laugh bitterly. ‘Responsible?‘ Spreading your biological sister’s darkest moments across the world–that’s responsibility?
I don’t speak again.
When Mom gave birth to me, she was in the same hospital as the Stone family.
The Stones were con artists who didn’t want their daughter to suffer with them.
So they switched me with Lydia.
That’s how my eighteen years of torture began.
It wasn’t until Mom died that I discovered I’d been switched at birth.
Dad immediately brought me home, then settled overseas.
Lydia threw crying tantrums, abandoned Philip who loved her deeply, and left New York with some race car driver.
Philip was heartbroken. He drank heavily.
I brought him soda water–but he pulled me into his arms instead.
He wasn’t drunk. I was sober too.
But we both gave in to passion.
Philip kissed my lips first. I kissed him back.
Chapter 1
Only now, three years later, do I realize I was the only one lost in this fake love.
When I snap back to reality, Philip’s car is waiting at the door.
Back home, the servants greet me with smiles: “Miss Stone.”
I stop in my tracks. Yes, I’m still Clara Stone–not Clara Grant.
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