He pushed me away without looking back. I fell to the ground, tears blurring my vision, while the mocking voices of the guests echoed in my ears.
To be honest, none of this surprised me. My biological parents only brought me back for Melisa’s sake.
I grew up in a tiny mountain village, where life was humble but happy. Then, at the age of twenty, a stranger showed up at my door claiming the hospital had made a mistake—I was actually the biological daughter of the wealthy Jordan Family.
My foster mother, wanting the best for me, agreed to this marriage.
The day I was supposed to leave, my mom cried so hard she couldn’t get a word out. She pulled out a stack of cash from under her sheets, some crumpled, some neat and counted it over and over with her worn-out hands. Then, she shoved it all into my pockets.
Sitting in the car, torn between leaving my mom and meeting my biological parents, I was filled with a mix of emotions. But instead of heading to my new family, the driver took me straight to the hospital.