She was supposed to be the victim, the one
everyone felt sorry for.
Lily nervously clutched at her dress, twisting the fabric.
Chase, ever the white knight, jumped to her defense. “Mom, Scarlett is being rude! Why are you yelling at Jade?”
Mom didn’t even look at him. Her son was
practically invisible to her.
She scoffed, “You’re a cripple, Chase. Shut your
mouth. This is none of your business.”
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She turned to Lily, snatched a ruler, and slapped her hands. Lily cried out.
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“Stop acting like a baby! I’m doing this for you! Scarlett never got this kind of treatment.”
Chase looked crushed. He was sure this was all
my fault.
I was loving it.
I knew Lily wouldn’t get any special treatment
from Mom.
One snarky comment and she went from the second–floor guest room to the first floor.
Last time, Lily had won Mom over easily
because I was a mess.
A dancer who lost her leg and a broken heart. Mom had replaced me, and I had cracked.
But this time, I was a classy girl, quick with a snarky joke. Lily would only get more harsh treatment.
The private investigator was supposed to send
me Lily’s file in a week, but it took a month.
But today, I finally got the dirt on Lily, and all the surveillance footage of Chase.
They even did DNA tests, comparing Chase’s
and Lily’s hair to the truck driver’s.
Every meeting Chase and Lily had was taped,
dated, summarized, and delivered.
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They even found the grave of that baby who
died and sent me some ashes. I nearly jumped
out of my skin.
These guys were pros.
Worth every penny.
I’d asked if they could take care of Chase for
- me.
They’d answered, “How so? Isn’t he a cripple?”
I’d said, “Do you do that kind of work?”
They’d replied, “Times are tough. We know some people. Nothing illegal, of course.”
I’d said, “What about making him a eunuch?”
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They’d answered with the number “100“.
I’d told him to throw in a little AIDS while they
were at it.
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They’d agreed, promising it would be done in a
month or less, or my money back.
What a wonderful world.
First, I looked at the DNA results.
They said that the truck driver, Joe, and his
wife, Chrissy, were Lily’s parents.
But Chase wasn’t related to Joe, only Chrissy.
Also, Joe and Chrissy had a son fifteen years ago, but he died of a fever when he was less than a month old. The same year, in November,
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they had a premature daughter, Lily.
Chrissy had trouble conceiving, so she couldn’t
have more children.
This January, Chrissy had met with Chase.
She’d pulled out a report and they’d talked for over an hour.
I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I saw that DNA report.
From that day on, Chase and Chrissy were in touch. Three days later, he met with Joe and they hugged. At the beginning of February, Chase and Lily started meeting up.
In March, Joe became a truck driver for a
construction site. And on March 22nd, the brakes failed, leaving Chase disabled.
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In April, Lily killed it at her dance competition
and Mom adopted her.
The end.
I also found an interesting audio file of Lily and Chase planning to push me out of the family and make her the heiress.
It was all just a pipe dream, though. There was
no plot to murder me or switch identities.
Too bad the audio was so low quality. I couldn’t use it as evidence.
I faked a DNA report showing that Joe was
Chase’s father and prepared to show it to Dad at the right moment.
