After we swapped back, he ran to our parents, sobbing, saying I had set him up.
At first, they didn’t believe him.
Then he led them to my pillow, where he had hidden a journal.
A journal that read: [I saw the trafficker take my brother, but I told Mom and Dad I didn’t. Because I didn’t want to share their love. Their love and money should belong to me alone.]
That’s when I realized, ‘For 10 years, my brother hasn’t just taken my body. He’s stolen my entire life!’
He had it all planned from the start. The moment I was found, he’d use his second chance to pin everything on me.
And my so-called real parents? They actually believed them. They were ready to sell me off to some blind old widow as punishment!
I spent 10 years suffering in my brother’s place. When I was finally rescued, I thought Mom and Dad would try to make it up to me with love.
But all I got was a deeper, more gut-wrenching betrayal. That night, I lost all hope. I set a fire and took them down with me!
I clenched my fists and swore to myself.
‘This time, I’ll make them all pay!’
I let out a quiet breath of relief as the scenery outside the window became more and more familiar.