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?"

warning, silently pleading with her not to say anything embarrassing.

go home and perform for your real daughter. I'm busy now," Ophelia said

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

huh?"

behind her hand and echoed, "Can't say I'm surprised. Who makes their real daughter work here? I guess blood ties don't run as deep as the bond you

this is your family business, we'll just leave the time to you," Sarah said, her voice dripping with

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

raised her hand, aiming to slap Ophelia across the face. But Ophelia was quicker. She caught Heather's hand without hesitation

in pain and protested, "How dare you raise your hand against me? Ophelia, I'm your mother. Is this what you want? To humiliate me in front of everyone? If you were half as 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

Heather ordered, her voice shaking

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so many people coming every day. Heather couldn't stand the humiliation that anyone saw

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

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 but didn't raise me. You owe me nothing but guilt. Maybe I should investigate whether I was really switched after birth, or if

Ophelia turned and walked upstairs without a second glance. She didn't notice how, after her last words, Heather's face went from flushed with anger to ghostly

she wasn't even a month old when Owen's mother passed away. A fortune teller had claimed Ophelia was cursed, destined 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 adopted by a decent family, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Owen didn't want

wrong back then. She gave birth to Ophelia, so Ophelia owed her. With that thought, any lingering guilt vanished from Heather's

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and notifications, but she ignored them all.

pencil broke, and with it, her patience. She leaned back in her white leather chair and

a sleek black SUV 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