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From Neglect to True Love

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 791    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

ment alone. The doctor looked at the angry red w

face pale with fury. She had heard what h

to fists. "Ignoring their real daughter for a fake one? Are they all

led with a strange calmness.

Emily," I said qu

ed again. It was Daniel.

he asked, his eyes na

n't want to tell him about Michael

e small table. "Once you're recovered, you need t

What if I said I did nothing wron

e wrong. I overlooked what you did to Olivia seven years ago when yo

r believed me then, either. He had saved me fro

the open lid of the thermos he had brought. It was seafood chowder. T

eafood. One taste could send

ars I had lived in that house, they had never once

y way, sacrificing my pride, my art, my entire being,

e Hayes mansion, the

The walls were now lined with mirrors and a ballet barre.

tition piece, a large canvas I had spent three months pouring my soul i

blinding, sur

nce studio, stretching grace

I raised my hand to slap the

It was Daniel. He twisted my arm, his gr

nd the impact knocked the wind out of me. A sharp pain ra

ng!" Martha shrieked, r

ace a thundercloud. "Sarah, you'r

ht, I have nothing in this house! She doesn't have to fight for anything, and she g

roared, and he strode

red vision, I saw Olivia's face. She w

. I touched my face. My fingers came away red. Blood dr

replaced by shock. "Sar

from his touch a

fled the house, stumbling down t

atched me go. I saw a flicker of something in

g more to do with him, or w

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“For seven years, I lived under the illusion of being loved, enduring the Hayes family' s casual neglect and Daniel' s cold indifference, believing my childhood crush would eventually return my devotion. Then, one night, I saw the truth-Daniel, my fiancé, clutching a silk scarf and whispering his hidden desire for Olivia, his adoptive sister. My seven years of love turned to dust in that instant. Olivia Hayes, the golden child for whom I was merely a placeholder, returned home and immediately orchestrated a public spectacle. She faked an injury, bleeding from a self-inflicted wound, and screamed that I had attacked her, turning the family' s welcome party into a chaotic scene. My adoptive mother, Martha, without a second' s hesitation, slapped me across the face, while Daniel' s eyes were filled with pure disgust. Alone and terrified, I was pursued by aggressive dogs-a cruel, calculated act, as the Hayes family knew my pathological fear. I screamed for help, but Daniel, my adoptive parents, drove away into the darkness, leaving me to fall unconscious, only to wake up alone in a hospital with Olivia' s fake concern and my family' s dismissive voices echoing through the walls. Back home, my last remaining sanctuary, my art studio, was gone, replaced by a dance studio for Olivia. My life' s work, a competition piece, was maliciously destroyed. When I tried to confront Olivia, Daniel violently shoved me, and my adoptive father' s hand connected with my face, leaving me bleeding and broken, my heart shattered into fragments. I had given them everything-my pride, my art, my very being-only to be betrayed and dismissed. How could they be so blind, so cruel, so utterly devoid of love for their real daughter? Why did I have to fight for everything, while Olivia effortlessly received their adoration? With nothing left to lose, I definitively chose to walk away and embrace a new life, a new beginning with Michael Blackwood, the man who had silently loved me all along.”
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