When I was 5 years old that Christmas, I, Sarah Morris, and my sister Alivia Morris got lost together and ended up depending on each other in an orphanage. Later, to pay for Alivia’s education, I dropped out of school and worked as a waitress at a bar to earn money. But thirteen years later, when I brought Alivia home with me, she turned around and stabbed me in the back, claiming I was vain and unwilling to study, willingly degrading myself into a bar hostess, while she was the hardworking, studious good girl who worked her way through school. I couldn’t defend myself and was ultimately abandoned by my family, dying in some unknown corner. And she became the beloved daughter of the Morris family. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn, back to the day before I dropped out for Alivia’s sake. ***** Alivia said, “Sarah, maybe you shouldn’t drop out of school. If I just tighten my belt and we both take on more part-time jobs, we can grit our teeth and get through this together.” Hearing that familiar voice, I realized I had been reborn to the day before I dropped out for Alivia. At this moment, Alivia was pretending to comfort me while wiping away tears. In my past life, I fell for this act completely, unable to see through her disguise. Hearing her say this only strengthened my resolve to drop out and work. I delivered food during the day and worked as a waitress at a bar at night, exhausting myself to the point of illness. But after she found our parents, she claimed I was vain and unwilling to study, willingly degrading myself into a bar hostess, while she was the hardworking college student who wasn’t afraid of suffering. Under her manipulation, the whole family grew to despise me. My mother Arya Morris, who once loved me dearly, now looked at me with disgust, as if I were something filthy. My father Derek Morris, who once treasured me, repeatedly ordered security to throw me out. My brother Luke Morris, who promised to protect me, wouldn’t even look at me because he heard I might have some disease. But when it came to Alivia, they gathered around her with concern, carefully holding her hands, their eyes red with tears as they felt sorry for her suffering, wanting to give her everything to make up for it. Just like that, Alivia, who had grown up with me, became the Morris family’s only daughter, receiving love I had never imagined possible. And I was ruthlessly abandoned. Alivia wore beautiful dresses, looking down at me like a little princess from her high perch, her eyes hiding a barely detectable smugness as she clung to Arya and whined, “Mom, it’s my fault for not stopping Sarah from going astray. Please don’t make her leave, okay? How about letting her stay in the maid’s quarters?” And my mother, whom I had missed for so many years, said coldly, “Giving her a place to stay is already more than generous. The Morris family doesn’t have such a lowly daughter.” I cried and shook my head, explaining desperately, “Dad, Mom, I really didn’t! I was just working to pay for Alivia’s education!” But Alivia produced so-called “hostess” photos that left me speechless. Later, to get closer to Derek and Arya, I foolishly believed Alivia’s suggestion and willingly moved into the dark, sunless maid’s quarters. When Alivia wore designer dresses and enjoyed premium coffee with her friends at upscale restaurants, I wore tattered servant clothes, buried in endless dirty work. When Alivia dined at Michelin-starred restaurants, I dragged my exhausted body to crouch in corners, eating their leftover food from the day before. When Alivia slept in the princess room our parents had carefully decorated, I squeezed into the cold, damp basement maid’s quarters with other servants, never getting a peaceful night’s sleep. Even so, I still hoped every day that my parents would have a change of heart and love me the way they loved Alivia. Until the day I had a high fever, when the four of them were laughing and chatting happily in the villa’s living room while I lay in the cold, cramped room, burning with fever and trembling. “Dad, Mom, Luke, I feel terrible!” I squeezed out a cry for help with my last bit of strength, but they acted as if they couldn’t hear me. Only Alivia heard, glanced at me from the doorway, muttered “how unlucky,” and walked away. In the end, I died silently in the corner of the maid’s quarters. After death, I became a wandering spirit. I watched my parents coldly arrange for servants to take my body away without even a final glance. I also saw Alivia marry Dylan Walsh, who was supposed to be engaged to me. The two of them were blissfully happy, my parents cried tears of joy, and their grand wedding was like a fairy tale. Only then did I understand that when Alivia was first brought back home, she had already seduced Dylan, the youngest son of the wealthy Walsh family. Dylan had been arranged by his grandfather Robert Walsh to be engaged to me early on, and I became their biggest obstacle. So Dylan and Alivia worked together, using photos of me working at the bar to have people spread rumors about me everywhere. After I struggled to return home, everyone labeled me a “bar hostess”! Fortunately, I was reborn. Alivia, this time, you need to pay back what you owe me. You should taste despair too. I looked at the hypocritical Alivia and gave her a relieved smile. “Alivia, you’ve really grown up and learned to share my burdens. It’s settled then—we’ll work together, and I’m sure we can earn enough for living expenses.” As soon as I finished speaking, Alivia’s expression changed, and she quickly added, “Sarah, but this… I’ll be so exhausted having to go to school and work at the same time, and this little money won’t be nearly enough!” I sneered inwardly but maintained a gentle expression on my face, saying softly, “It’s okay. If I study hard now, I’ll be able to earn more money to support you in the future.” I added jokingly, “You wouldn’t really want me to drop out of school and work to support you, would you? I’m sure you couldn’t bear that.” Sure enough, Alivia’s face turned bright red, and she was momentarily speechless, unable to find a rebuttal. She could only reluctantly agree. And so, I threw myself back into my sophomore studies, working hard and preparing for the SAT. In this life, without my constant financial support, let’s see how long she can last. As expected, three days later, Alivia came looking for me. “Sarah, I’m really too tired. I didn’t go to work today. You’ve been working at that beverage shop and must have earned quite a bit, right? Could you give me some living expenses?” Alivia said with a pitiful expression. This scenario was completely within my expectations. After all, how could my pampered little sister possibly endure such hardship? You have to understand that in my previous life, even without any financial pressure, I had to coax and plead with her every day just to get her to go to school, and she barely managed to get into college. “Alivia, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, it’s just that the money I earn from my part-time job is only enough for my three meals a day. It’s all my fault for being so useless.” I also teared up, mimicking her behavior and started crying. Alivia bit her lip as she looked at me, believing every word. In her eyes, how could her foolish sister, who had always given her everything, possibly lie to her? Later, she tried asking me for money several more times, but I cleverly deflected each attempt. What I didn’t expect was that she actually went to work cleaning the cafeteria. Had she really changed? I was skeptical. For several consecutive days, she behaved herself, which actually made me suspicious. Until one day after school, I saw her crouching in a corner of the cafeteria crying, with one of our school’s wealthy students—Daniel Stewart—patiently comforting her. Only then did it dawn on me that she had ulterior motives. Putting on an act of working to pay for school and looking pitiful to gain others’ sympathy and affection—this was exactly Alivia’s specialty.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Alivia successfully became Daniel’s girlfriend. The pocket money Daniel casually gave her was enough to keep Alivia living comfortably without any worries. I watched as her clothing, food, and lifestyle became increasingly luxurious, yet I continued to act as if I knew nothing about it. Naturally, this couple had no interest in studying and spent their days living it up. They frequented various clubs and nightspots every evening. Alivia gradually started staying out all night, always appearing drowsy during daytime classes. I observed coldly from the sidelines, too lazy to care, focusing solely on studying with desperate intensity. While they squandered their youth in the glittering nightlife, I buried myself in books day and night on a shoestring budget, sleeping less than five hours each day. Every day I wore my faded school uniform, either working part-time jobs to earn money or studying with my head buried in books. Finally, through my relentless efforts, I achieved second place citywide on the exams. At this point, Alivia began deliberately showing off her boyfriend to me. She said, “Sarah, the money you earn from your part-time jobs definitely isn’t enough, right? Want me to have Daniel lend you some money? I think all this studying you do every day is pretty useless anyway—college graduates are everywhere these days!” I sneered inwardly: “She’s truly foolish, only knowing how to depend on men. What good ending could she possibly expect?” Probably emboldened by having Daniel’s backing, Alivia gradually revealed her true nature. She became a complete campus bully. Her followers locked several classmates who had gossiped about her in the bathroom for an entire night, forbidding anyone from letting them out. They even stripped a girl who had merely spoken a few words to Daniel, tied her up on the playground for everyone to gawk at, and labeled her a “homewrecker.” Meanwhile, Alivia herself stood at a distance, laughing as she said, “Why are you guys playing pranks on classmates again?” Finally, after several such vicious incidents occurred in succession, with my covert encouragement, several victim classmates anonymously reported to the school and contacted the media. Ultimately, the school expelled the now-notorious Alivia. From then on, she completely let herself go, indulging in a life of debauchery and luxury. And there were less than ten days left until the date when Alivia and I would be reunited with the Morris family in my previous life.
The SAT exam was over. Walking out of the testing center, the post-rain sunlight bathed my face, and I felt an unprecedented sense of security and satisfaction from deep within. Just like in my previous life, within a few days, we received the paternity test results delivered by the Morris family’s representatives and were brought back to the Morris estate. The moment I saw my parents, I perfectly feigned an expression of surprise and excitement. “Dad, Mom! I…” I choked up, unable to speak, tears streaming down uncontrollably as I threw myself into their embrace. However, when they learned that Alivia had become a rebellious dropout who spent her days hanging around nightclubs and living aimlessly, the smiles gradually faded from their faces. “Mom, Dad, Alivia has a bad reputation at school. She used to bully others and even made the news. If you reveal her identity now, wouldn’t that just subject her to more criticism?” I whispered softly in their ears. “Why don’t we wait until this whole thing blows over and let Alivia reflect on her mistakes and reform herself before bringing her back home?” I added gently. My parents and Luke fell into a brief silence. After a moment, they exchanged glances and said, “Alivia, you should stay outside for now. We don’t think you’re ready to come home yet.” Alivia, who had been basking in the joy of being acknowledged by her family, was instantly stunned by these words. She looked exactly like me in my previous life, desperately pleading with them to take her home too, only to be met with their impatient rejection and mockery. “Alivia, the way you are now, what could you possibly do at home? Make the Morris family the laughingstock of our social circle?” Luke said coldly, his eyes filled with disgust. Alivia stood to the side, clenching her fists tightly, tears falling continuously. And where they couldn’t see, I revealed a meaningful smile. I thought to myself: “Alivia, in this lifetime, let’s switch roles. This time, you’re the one not accepted by the family. How does it feel?”
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