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The Twin They Tried To Erase: My Mother's Million-Dollar Lie

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 735    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

the fall haunted me. I was more cautious, more nervou

e promised. "We've learned our lesson. No

San Francisco Ballet School's summer intensive, a

tionist. She blended "power sm

strong and light," she'd say, hand

I needed to believe she was on

al, extra-large smoothie. "For energy," she

as a dull ache. Then, it became a twisting, agonizing pain. I broke

wracked with violent cramps and dehydration. I could he

eport to the stage. Final

slot was long gone. I collapsed in the hallway. M

e been food poisoning! Tha

onsistent with ingesting a massive dose of a powerful

k stomach, that's all. You can't handle the pres

ost believed it myself. Maybe I was w

hat ended with the faked theft. That was the one that finally br

locked myself in my room. The world was gray and muffled. One night, I fo

my stomach pumped, my mot

ed. "Why would you do t

cess. My destruction. A daughter who was either dead or declared so mental

on my 21st birthday, or upon achieving "significant professional success." But there was a clause. If I died, o

he poisoned smoothie. The framed theft. The caref

fted. The part of me that wanted to be a ballerina die

s re

ospital. I didn't go home. I went to a community center in the worst

time in my life, I just danced. No technique, no r

ng. He told me about a crew that battled online

anymore. I was going to get my life back. And I was

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The Twin They Tried To Erase: My Mother's Million-Dollar Lie
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“My final ballet scholarship audition was supposed to be my destiny. Instead, I found myself in a police interrogation room, accused of stealing from a sick girl. My own mother sat beside me, dabbing fake tears, whispering for me to confess to a "moment of weakness" while orchestrating my ruin. They showed me a security photo of a girl who looked exactly like me stuffing cash from a donation box. I denied it, but the overwhelming evidence, coupled with my mother' s performance, painted me as a desperate thief, shattering my ballet dreams and reputation. I couldn' t understand why my mother, the one person who should have supported me, was so determined to destroy my life. For years, she had subtly sabotaged my auditions-a slippery substance on my pointe shoes causing a career-ending injury, a powerful laxative in my "power smoothie" making me miss another crucial tryout. Now, she was pushing me to confess to a crime I didn't commit, driving me to the brink of suicide. Lying in a hospital bed after a desperate overdose, a chilling truth clicked into place: my grandmother' s multi-million dollar trust fund, accessible at 21 or upon "significant professional success," would go to my mother if I died or was deemed incompetent. It was never about my ballet; it was about the inheritance, and every "accident" was a calculated attempt to break me. In that moment, I knew I had to fight back, not as a victim, but with every fiber of my being.”
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