After my parents passed away, Gerald and Gary took turns caring for me around the clock. They feared I might take my own life in grief. Eventually, worried that I was lonely, they adopted a girl my age from the orphanage—Sophia Norris. But Sophia's arrival shattered our family. She took my dresses, stole my jewelry, and finally smashed my parents' portrait. That was the breaking point. I slapped her, but at that exact moment, Gerald and Gary walked in. Sophia framed me, claiming I had destroyed the portrait deliberately. She wanted them to lose faith in me, to cast me out. At first, they didn't believe her. But when she revealed her wounds and sobbed that I had abused her, they never saw me in the same light again. They grew cold, distant, and treated me like a stranger. As Sophia's accusations piled up, my brothers' affection turned into hatred. Eventually, they sided with her in every quarrel, never sparing a thought for me. Like today, they locked me in the suffocatin
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