Summary
When I was told I was the True Heiress, I was already forty-five years old.
I was married, with three children.
On the day I returned, before I saw my elderly parents, I first overheard a conversation between my younger brother and the False Heiress:
“I really don’t know why they’re bringing her and those bastards back. They’ve been out there for decades-who knows what she’s become, what kind of man she married, or what kind of freaks she’s given birth to?”
“You’re the only sister I have…”
Bastards? Freaks?
Are they talking about my son, who became a nationwide celebrity at thirty?
Or my twin daughters, who were admitted to a top university’s youth program in their teens?