My heart was ripped out and placed into the chest of Eleanor’s adopted daughter, Tiffany Thorne. On my birthday, Eleanor threw me out, cursing me, calling me a jinx, a curse on our family. My grandmother, Agnes, was murdered by Tiffany’s biological parents while searching for me. But Eleanor didn’t know the truth: I was her biological daughter. My body was discovered by Robert, my father. Only then did they realize they had been loving the wrong person all along. Even with a bitter resentment deep in her heart, Eleanor still couldn’t bring herself to let go of Tiffany. Finally, the truth came crashing down, and Eleanor herself ended Tiffany’s life. Eleanor chose to jump from the building, a desperate attempt to atone for her sins, but she never received my forgiveness. And I, a wandering spirit, watched their fates unfold. “Where is Anya Thorne? Never coming home, day after day. I should never have listened to Mother Agnes and adopted her!” “My Tiffany is so much better, she gives me no trouble at all.” My spirit hovered in mid-air, listening to Eleanor’s endless curses and complaints. Robert, my father, hung his head, not uttering a word, sighing silently. Tiffany Thorne, also an adopted daughter, lay in the hospital bed, her tiny, ashen face tugging at anyone’s heartstrings. She had just undergone heart surgery. That vibrant heart beating in her chest was mine. I looked down at my own empty chest, a wave of stunned realization washing over me. It was only on the verge of death that I truly learned I was Eleanor’s biological daughter. When Eleanor gave birth to me, there was a baby-snatching incident at the hospital, and I was the unfortunate victim. By a twist of fate, Agnes found me. She was the one who brought me home. She named me Anya, taught me how to read. Agnes always whispered in my ear, “Every time I see you, Anya, I feel such a strong connection. It seems we truly have a deep bond.” Agnes brought me to Eleanor, but I was met with no smile. Standing beside Eleanor was a little girl, roughly my age, sweet and adorable. Tiffany. I could tell Eleanor didn’t like me, but out of respect for Agnes, she kept me in the house. I tried my best to please Eleanor, but it never earned me any special attention. Instead, she said, “Don’t bother with thankless tasks. Tiffany is my only daughter. As for you, I’ll make sure you grow up with food and clothes, but don’t expect anything more.” Every word she uttered felt like a knife twisting in my gut, and I could only silently endure the pain. Tiffany suffered from a congenital heart condition. Eleanor had found her abandoned at the hospital. Eleanor couldn’t bear the pain of her own baby being stolen, so she brought the abandoned Tiffany home. Eleanor treated her like her own biological daughter, putting Tiffany first in everything. That’s why, even when I went missing, she didn’t even bother to care. The day I was kidnapped was also mine and Tiffany’s birthday. My heart full of hope, I pushed open the front door, only to realize they had forgotten my birthday. Eleanor was furious at my sudden appearance, her brows furrowed as she spoke. “You couldn’t come back earlier, couldn’t come back later, you just had to pick *today*. You’re nothing but bad luck.” Robert tried to pull Eleanor away, telling her to say less, but it only made her anger surge. “Was I wrong? Today is Tiffany’s birthday! Do you know how long I’ve been preparing for this? Why did she have to come back and mess everything up?!” A storm of insults crashed down on me. My heart ached with a dull, prickling pain, like a thousand tiny needles. I hadn’t planned on coming home today. Tiffany had sent me a message. She’d said, “Mom is really looking forward to us celebrating our birthday together. She keeps mentioning you.” Tiffany said a lot, and I genuinely yearned for Eleanor’s love. I refused to celebrate with Agnes and rushed home, hoping to make it in time. But what greeted me wasn’t Eleanor’s smile. I lifted my head, cautiously saying, “Eleanor, today is my birthday too.” She slapped me hard across the face. My cheek instantly swelled, burning with a searing pain. “An orphan like you, where do *you* get a birthday from?!” “I told you, don’t ever try to compete with Tiffany for anything! You’ll never surpass her place in my heart!” “Now, get out!” She screamed, her voice raw with fury. I turned my head and saw Tiffany’s sickeningly sweet smile. Second Chapter Outside, a torrential rain poured down, and in an instant, I was soaked to the bone. In a daze, I walked for a long time towards Agnes’s house. Carelessly, I was pulled into a car. The ones who kidnapped me were a middle-aged couple, dressed in tattered clothes. They looked at me, their eyes glinting with a hungry, predatory light. When I woke from my stupor, they were chattering to themselves. “Once Anya Thorne is gone, no one can shake our Tiffany’s position.” “That child’s fate was sealed. We had no money to cure her illness, you know.” Suddenly, I felt two pairs of eyes on me. They said with feigned regret, “Child, blame your bad luck. We can’t let you stand in the way of our Tiffany’s future.” Initially, they hadn’t planned on killing me. But then they heard Tiffany had a heart condition and desperately needed a heart transplant. Their greedy eyes locked onto my chest. Lying on the operating table, I wondered if Eleanor would feel any pain if she knew I had died. As I closed my eyes, a blur of images flashed before my eyes. I was Eleanor’s biological daughter, after all. I saw Eleanor’s joyful, expectant expression when she was pregnant with me. Every day, she sang lullabies, talked to me, and imagined our future life together. On the day of my birth, everything changed. It was Tiffany’s biological parents who secretly took me from the hospital and then abandoned Tiffany by Eleanor’s side. If Agnes hadn’t found me in a dumpster, I would have been a lost soul long ago. After so many twists and turns, my fate still ended in Tiffany’s hands. The moment my heart was torn out, my tears became a flood, unending. Slowly, I felt my body lighten, drifting up into the air. My chest was an empty, gaping hole, a gruesome sight. I followed them to the hospital and watched with my own eyes as my heart began to beat again in Tiffany’s chest. It was the vitality of life, the very life I had yearned for. Tiffany seemed to sense something, opening her eyes and flashing a disturbing smile in my direction. I understood her silent message then. This was all her doing. We were nothing but pawns in her game for survival. She lived, I died, and everyone was happy, except Agnes. When Agnes rushed to the hospital, Eleanor was coincidentally feeding Tiffany soup. Agnes couldn’t bear it. She knocked the soup bowl to the floor. The hot liquid splashed everywhere, scalding Tiffany’s tender skin. Tiffany only let out a small hiss, and immediately, Eleanor cooed in comfort. Eleanor turned to Agnes, her face contorted in anger. “What are you doing? Are you insane? Tiffany just had surgery, she’s extremely fragile!” “Whatever it is, it can wait a few days.” Agnes shook her head, seething, and pointed at Eleanor. “Where’s Anya? She hasn’t contacted me since she went there. Where is she?” Eleanor’s temper flared. Hands on her hips, she retorted, “How would I know? She’s an adult! She has legs, how could I stop her from going wherever she wants? If she hadn’t brought this bad luck on herself that day, I wouldn’t have thrown her out.” By the end, Eleanor’s voice softened guiltily, almost a whisper. After all, it was pouring rain when she threw me out. Agnes bit back her own temper and said in a low voice, “You threw Anya out? She never came back! She’s been gone for so many days, and you, as her mother, aren’t worried?” “Even if she’s adopted, if you had given Anya even a fraction of the genuine care you give Tiffany, things wouldn’t have come to this!” Eleanor remained silent, not answering Agnes. After they reached a standstill, Agnes sighed and left. Third Chapter Lying on the operating table, I wondered if Eleanor would feel any pain if she knew I had died. As I closed my eyes, a blur of images flashed before my eyes. I was Eleanor’s biological daughter, after all. I saw Eleanor’s joyful, expectant expression when she was pregnant with me. Every day, she sang lullabies, talked to me, and imagined our future life together. On the day of my birth, everything changed. It was Tiffany’s biological parents who secretly took me from the hospital and then abandoned Tiffany by Eleanor’s side. If Agnes hadn’t found me in a dumpster, I would have been a lost soul long ago. After so many twists and turns, my fate still ended in Tiffany’s hands. The moment my heart was torn out, my tears became a flood, unending. Slowly, I felt my body lighten, drifting up into the air. My chest was an empty, gaping hole, a gruesome sight. I followed them to the hospital and watched with my own eyes as my heart began to beat again in Tiffany’s chest. It was the vitality of life, the very life I had yearned for. Tiffany seemed to sense something, opening her eyes and flashing a disturbing smile in my direction. I understood her silent message then. This was all her doing. We were nothing but pawns in her game for survival. She lived, I died, and everyone was happy, except Agnes. When Agnes rushed to the hospital, Eleanor was coincidentally feeding Tiffany soup. Agnes couldn’t bear it. She knocked the soup bowl to the floor. The hot liquid splashed everywhere, scalding Tiffany’s tender skin. Tiffany only let out a small hiss, and immediately, Eleanor cooed in comfort. Eleanor turned to Agnes, her face contorted in anger. “What are you doing? Are you insane? Tiffany just had surgery, she’s extremely fragile!” “Whatever it is, it can wait a few days.” Agnes shook her head, seething, and pointed at Eleanor. “Where’s Anya? She hasn’t contacted me since she went there. Where is she?” Eleanor’s temper flared. Hands on her hips, she retorted, “How would I know? She’s an adult! She has legs, how could I stop her from going wherever she wants? If she hadn’t brought this bad luck on herself that day, I wouldn’t have thrown her out.” By the end, Eleanor’s voice softened guiltily, almost a whisper. After all, it was pouring rain when she threw me out. Agnes bit back her own temper and said in a low voice, “You threw Anya out? She never came back! She’s been gone for so many days, and you, as her mother, aren’t worried?” “Even if she’s adopted, if you had given Anya even a fraction of the genuine care you give Tiffany, things wouldn’t have come to this!” Eleanor remained silent, not answering Agnes. After they reached a standstill, Agnes sighed and left. I followed Agnes all the way to the police station. No one believed Agnes’s story; to them, she was just having a nightmare. Someone at the police station had a connection with Robert and promised to help Agnes search for me. That night, I followed Agnes back home and again encountered Tiffany’s biological parents, Brenda and Gary Miller. They said, “I know where your granddaughter is. Come with us.” Agnes, who was usually so wary, heard my name and, without a second thought, followed them. They led Agnes into the woods and pointed at a tree not far away. “See? Under this tree is your granddaughter’s head, and these are her legs, these are her hands.” “Don’t worry, she went peacefully. The rest of her usable parts, we sold.” They laughed maniacally, completely disregarding Agnes’s feelings. Agnes had no proper tool in her hands, so she started digging with her bare hands. She dug with immense strength. Blood filled her fingernails as she clawed at the earth, but she gritted her teeth, not making a sound. I cried out, “Grandma, stop digging, please stop!” But Agnes couldn’t hear me. Only after she had pieced me back together completely did all her strength leave her. A mournful wail tore through her chest, a guttural cry of despair. Her eyes were wide, staring blankly, as she completely broke down. The two culprits secretly discussed something, and they actually set their sights on Agnes. “She knows now. We can’t let this old woman ruin our plans!” “If she goes to the police, we’re finished. Tiffany will be affected too.” After much deliberation, they repeated the same method they used to kill me on Agnes. Agnes struggled for only a moment before her last breath left her. She, like me, became a spirit. Now, she could see me. “Anya, it’s all my fault. I should have kept you with me all along.” I reached out to wipe Agnes’s tears, wiping hard, for a long time. “Grandma, it’s not your fault. I was too foolish, I fell into their trap.” Agnes examined me closely, and then her spirit slowly began to fade. I cried, begging Agnes to take me with her, but it was useless. I watched helplessly as Agnes vanished before my eyes, leaving only her mutilated body behind with mine. Daylight broke, someone discovered Agnes, and the police were called. When Eleanor arrived, she nearly fainted. She saw Agnes, dead, and me, shattered… Fourth Chapter But she only saw Agnes, and her legs gave out, collapsing into unconsciousness. She remained in a coma for a long time. During that period, Tiffany, who was able to walk around, never once came to see her.
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