Heal Me with Poison

The water pipes in the seaside villa suddenly burst. While I was battling a high fever and cleaning up the floodwater, I found a waterproof safe amidst the debris.

Inside lay two marriage certificates.

One bore my name—Arlene.

The other, however, had the name of my adopted sister—Diane.

My blood ran cold. I rushed to City Hall.

A staff member, after checking, shook their head:

"Ma'am, your certificate is a forgery. There's no record of it in our system."

I clutched the false certificate tightly, my fingertips turning white.

"Then... what about the other one?"

"The other one is genuine. Mr. Shawn Pierce and Ms. Diane Pierce legally registered their marriage five years ago."

The world spun around me.

So, for these past five years, I had been living a complete and utter lie.

That orphan girl I rescued from the streets... she was the one who truly had everything...