chapter three

Emily's POV

I stood at the gate for what felt like forever, contemplating whether to go back or go in.

Pain was written all over my face because I knew what was going to happen when I stepped into that house.

"Emily, you have to do this; you have to fight for yourself. They must pay for all the pain and suffering they put you through in your past life,"

My inner conscience said to me. "Yes, I have to fight for my position and everything that belongs to me.

I can't allow someone else to take what is rightfully mine," I said to myself as I summoned my courage and pressed the doorbell.

Bing!!! The doorbell rang. "Who are you?" came a voice that brought me back to reality. It was the maid.

I repeated the exact words I had said in my past life: "I'm Emily by name; I'm looking for the Zus."

"Okay, do you have an appointment with them?" she asked. "No, I don't.

Just tell them their daughter Emily is here," I said to her.

She stood frozen; there was this look on her— a look of fear and guilt.

Wait, why didn't I notice this in my past life? I thought to myself, hmmm, probably it was because I was so happy to come back home; that's why I never noticed her expression, I reasoned.

"Come in and wait while I inform them of your arrival," she said as she opened the door for me to enter and led me to where to wait.

I looked around and felt familiar with the whole environment. Nothing had changed; everything was the same.

Then I remembered how happy I was when I came here in my past life— the joy of living in this big mansion, eating good food, wearing nice clothes, and all that.

But then it wasn't there; there was no food, no good clothes. I was just like a slave in this house; even Matter the maid was doing better than I was in this house.

"Ha ha ha," I let out a painful laugh as I recalled all that happened to me in this house.

"Emily, Emily, hello," she jolted me out of my thoughts.

"Where did you go? I've been calling you for ages," said Matter, looking at me.

"I'm sorry; I was just lost in thought," I said to her with a faint smile. "Ok, no problem.

Please follow me," she said, leading me to the main sitting room.

"Good day, sir," I said to my supposed father.

"Yes, afternoon,"He responded, 'Who did you say you are again?' he asked me.

'I'm Emily, I'm your daughter,' I said to him.

'You must be joking. My daughter is dead; she died fourteen years ago. So before I close my eyes and open them again, I want you out of this place before I call the cops on you for impersonation,' he said.

'It didn't change,' I thought; this was exactly the same lines he used in my past life.

'Here we go again; I have to prove to him that I'm his daughter,' I said to myself again, rolling my eyes.

'Sir, I'm really your daughter; I didn't die. My foster parents said they woke up and saw me outside their door, and since then, they have been trying to locate my family. They came across a picture of me and my family, and the picture had you, my supposed mum, and elder brother on it,' I said, bringing out the picture to show him.

Immediately, he was shocked to see the picture.

'Is this really you in this picture?' he asked, with shock written all over his face.

'Yes, sir, it's me,' I said to him.

'Wait a minute; I really need to call my wife. She needs to see this,' he said.

'Matter!' he called out. 'Please go upstairs and call my lady,' he said to her.

'Okay, sir,' Matter replied as she walked upstairs to call Mrs. Zu.

A few minutes later, my supposed mum was seen rushing down the stairs.

'Like she cared,' I said to myself, rolling my eyes again.

'Who did you say you are again?' she asked as she walked over to where I was.

The former me would have thought she cared and was happy to see me.

'Your daughter,' I replied casually. 'You are alive,' she said, with happiness written all over her.

Here again, the fake love, I thought; wait till you find out I have no skills that can be useful to you, I said to myself, smiling inwardly.

'Honey, don't be too quick to call her your daughter and don't be too happy, so you won't get disappointed,' my dad said.

'Disappointed how?' my mum asked, with mixed feelings.

'Let's go to the hospital for a DNA test to be sure she is really our daughter and not an imposter,' my dad said.

'Okay!' my mum replied.

'Matter, please tell the driver to get the car ready; we are leaving for the hospital now.'

'Okay, sir,' Matter responded, walking out to pass the information to the driver.

'Let's go,' my dad said, walking out of the sitting room.

'Okay,' I said as I followed behind with my mum.

We got to the car and drove off to the hospital.

'Where is my brother?' I asked, acting like I cared about him.

'Don't call him that until you are proven to be his sister,' my dad said.

"Okay," I said, rolling my eyes.

We got to the hospital, and the doctor collected samples of our hair and went to the laboratory to run the test.

An hour later, he was seen walking out of the lab.

My mum rushed towards him and asked, "Doctor, what did the report say? Is she really my daughter?"

"This is the report; you can open it and see for yourself," the doctor replied.

She collected the report and opened it shakily. "It's... it's positive! She, she, she is my daughter!!!" my mum screamed, with joy written all over her face.

If I didn't know her before now, I would have thought all this was real, but I already know she will change in a few minutes from now.

"What!!!!" my dad responded and dragged the report from her.

"You are my daughter!!!" he said with happiness. "You really are my daughter. How, how did it happen? I thought you were dead," my dad said.

"I knew you didn't die; I knew you would one day come back to me," my mum said as she hugged me tightly.

Past me would have been so happy to have finally reunited with my family, but then the pictures started flashing in, and I felt disgusted.

The hugs, the fake love, everything irritated me. But then I had to endure it all; I really had to hold myself back from pushing her away, from breaking out of the hug.

I clenched my fists; I endured it all for the sake of my revenge.

"Let's go home, my daughter," my mum said calmly, bringing me back out of my thoughts.

"Okay, let's go home," I said with a half-smile