I Was the Adopted Daughter My Whole Family Hated, But After My Death, They Clung to My Grave, Crying in Regret

I was once the golden girl, born into wealth and privilege.

But overnight, my world crumbled.

One accident turned me into a pariah, the family disgrace.

The man I loved for eight years, my shining beacon, came to hate me with every fiber of his being.

He said I was the cause of it all—the reason for every tragedy.

Before I died, he stood over me and asked, “Do you still love me?”

I shook my head.

“Never again.”

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Three years later, I came back.

I had waited three long years for this moment.