Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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Chapter 28

"Hey, Heather, doesn't that girl over there look familiar? Is that your daughter?" Helena asked as she stared at Ophelia. She had seen Ophelia at their family reunion, and her striking looks left an impression.

Covering her mouth, Helena let out a light chuckle. She had always wondered why the Hastings family would suddenly adopt a daughter. It turned out that they'd taken in their own biological daughter. This was the first time she'd seen a family treat their real daughter like an adopted one.

"Oh, it really is," Sarah said in surprise and exchanged a knowing look with Helena.

Heather had just been bragging about how much she doted on her biological daughter, and now, here her daughter was working in a store. That was too awkward. Heather's face immediately turned gloomy.

Ophelia, however, didn't notice them. She was busy helping an elderly lady try on a gown. Every time Ophelia served someone older, especially one with an elegant demeanor, it reminded her of her grandmother, and she always took extra care of them. She was focused on fastening the buttons when suddenly, a hand clamped down hard on her wrist.

"Elia, what are you doing here?" Heather asked as she tightened her grip, and there was no warmth in her voice-only accusation. It felt like she was trying to crush Ophelia's bones. "You're trying to embarrass me, aren't you?" Heather hissed under her breath, her eyes flashing with resentment.

Ophelia glanced at the two wealthy ladies nearby, who were clearly watching with interest. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Shaking off Heather's grip, Ophelia rubbed her sore wrist, her expression growing colder and more distant by the second. "Heather, did you forget something again?"

you?" Heather's eyes shot Ophelia a warning, silently pleading with her not to say anything embarrassing.

up the act, go home and

the tension, Sarah teased, "Heather, your daughter doesn't seem all that close

huh?"

say I'm surprised. Who makes their real daughter work here? I guess blood ties don't run as deep as

the time to you," Sarah said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. With that, the two women walked off, leaving Heather standing there,

were trapped in her chest, unable to escape. The scene of Emily crying and threatening to run away, saying she didn't want to be

She raised her hand, aiming to slap Ophelia across the face. But Ophelia was quicker. She caught Heather's hand without hesitation and couldn't help but want to crush the bones of

well-behaved as Emily, I wouldn't even consider marrying you off to that guy." Ophelia used to feel pity for Heather, but now, she thought Heather deserved everything that was coming to her. Raising another woman's child while neglecting her own-she wondered how Heather would feel when she finally learned the truth. Ophelia let out a cold laugh and released Heather's

Heather ordered, her voice shaking with anger. Paralet Shopping Center

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with so many people coming every day. Heather couldn't stand the humiliation that anyone saw the Hastings family's real daughter working in a store as

with the Hastings family. Get it through your head and stop interfering in my life," Ophelia

Everyone knows you're the Hastings family's real daughter now, and by working here, you're deliberately disgracing us. I'm ordering you to quit this job." Heather growled while glaring at Ophelia. Ophelia's lips curled into a chilling smile. The sheer audacity of this family made her sick. She stared back into Heather's eyes and retorted, "You gave me life

a second glance. She didn't notice how,

to bring misfortune to her family-first her relatives, and then her parents. After her mother-in-law's sudden death, Heather had panicked and sent Ophelia to the orphanage, terrified she'd be the next victim. When she later heard Ophelia had been

down, Heather knew she wasn't wrong back then. She gave birth to Ophelia, so Ophelia owed her. With that thought, any lingering guilt vanished from Heather's heart. She

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sketches one after another, unable to focus. Her phone lit up with calls and notifications, but

She leaned back in her white leather chair and rubbed her temples, trying to clear

pulled up in front of the shop. A tall figure stepped out, his polished shoes reflecting the light with every step. Even before he entered the store, the passersby couldn't help but stare at him. Despite the black baseball cap and face