Six Years, One Big Lie
The day I found out I wasn't really an Adelson, Sharon—their real daughter—stormed in and stabbed me—over and over. Just like that, my shot at being a mom? Gone.
Chuck Benetton, my fiancé, lost it. My parents swore they'd disown her.
To "comfort" me, Chuck proposed on the spot. My parents handed me the severance letter—Sharon officially disowned—and told me to just focus on healing.
Later, they said Sharon had run off and gotten trafficked in Nyamara, some hotspot for scams and lost souls.
They said it served her right.
And yeah... I believed them.
Six years into the lie, I saw her—very much alive, baby bump and all, curled up against my husband like she owned him.
"If I hadn't snapped back then, Yasmine never would've married you, " she said. "Thank God you and Mom and Dad backed me. Otherwise, that imposter would've landed me in jail.
"She probably never guessed I've been right here, carrying your baby. Once I give birth, just fake an adoption. She can nanny our kid forever.
"Thanks for everything, Chuck."
She smiled like he was her hero. And he blushed.
"Don't thank me. Marrying her was the only way to protect you. I'd do it all again."
So yeah. The guy I thought loved me? He was always lying. My "parents"? They only cared about Sharon.
If that's love, I want nothing to do with it.