The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes wasn' t relief, but a dull ache in my chest. This wasn't my body, but Ava's. And with it came the ghost of her memory-a life of betrayal, humiliation, and a desperate wish for justice. Just hours ago, she was destroyed in the very home I now found myself in. Downstairs, the low murmur of voices belonged to the perfect, grieving family: Chloe, Ava' s supposed sister, clinging to Mark, Ava' s fiancé, both displaying a tenderness Mark hadn't shown Ava in years. Beside them stood my father, a man of iron will, his hand on Chloe's shoulder, looking at her with a pained affection he never once bestowed upon his own biological daughter. The scene turned sickening when Mark declared his love for Chloe, emphasizing her "softness" that Ava, with her ambition, supposedly lacked. Then came my father' s final hammer blow: "This girl, Chloe, has more grace and kindness in her little finger than you have in your entire body. She is the daughter I always wished I had." Every word was aimed at Ava, shattering her spirit. This was the core of her pain, the reason she gave up. But for me, it was the spark. I smiled, a cold, unwavering smile. "Good," I said, my voice clear and steady. "Then you won\'t mind when I take back everything that is rightfully mine. Every last thing."
The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes wasn' t relief, but a dull ache in my chest.
This wasn't my body, but Ava's.
And with it came the ghost of her memory-a life of betrayal, humiliation, and a desperate wish for justice.
Just hours ago, she was destroyed in the very home I now found myself in.
Downstairs, the low murmur of voices belonged to the perfect, grieving family: Chloe, Ava' s supposed sister, clinging to Mark, Ava' s fiancé, both displaying a tenderness Mark hadn't shown Ava in years.
Beside them stood my father, a man of iron will, his hand on Chloe's shoulder, looking at her with a pained affection he never once bestowed upon his own biological daughter.
The scene turned sickening when Mark declared his love for Chloe, emphasizing her "softness" that Ava, with her ambition, supposedly lacked.
Then came my father' s final hammer blow: "This girl, Chloe, has more grace and kindness in her little finger than you have in your entire body. She is the daughter I always wished I had."
Every word was aimed at Ava, shattering her spirit.
This was the core of her pain, the reason she gave up.
But for me, it was the spark.
I smiled, a cold, unwavering smile.
"Good," I said, my voice clear and steady. "Then you won\'t mind when I take back everything that is rightfully mine. Every last thing."
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