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My Family Regretted Choosing the Fake Heiress
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My best friend’s surgery failed, and she’s dying. I held her, sobbing uncontrollably, until she whispered a single sentence in my ear. I froze—then, unbelievably, I laughed. Just hours ago, my b...
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第1章
My best friend’s surgery failed, and she’s dying.
I held her, sobbing uncontrollably, until she whispered a single sentence in my ear.
I froze—then, unbelievably, I laughed.
Just hours ago, my best friend was in a car accident and was in critical condition. Only my brother and my husband, both top surgeons, could operate on her.
My brother was her husband, so I called him first.
“Brother, Lena’s been in a terrible accident. You need to come quickly—only you can save her!”
“What are you two up to now? Will Lena Frost die if she stops pretending? It’s Clara’s birthday, and I’m busy. Don’t bother me.” He hung up. When I called again, his phone was off.
Helpless, I phoned Ethan Lane.
“Ethan, you—”
“Didn’t I say to leave me alone for Lena’s birthday? Don’t you understand plain language?” He hung up and blocked me.
With no choice, another doctor took over the surgery, but it failed.
——
After Lena’s death, I managed her funeral alone.
She once told me, if she died first, to scatter her ashes at sea. She loved the ocean—and since she didn’t belong to this world, she said she didn’t need to return to the earth.
When I got home, night had fallen, but the house blazed with lights.
It was Clara Hart’s birthday party, full of guests and laughter.
“Iris, why are you late? Don’t you know it’s my birthday?”
“Where’s Sister-in-law? Didn’t she come back with you?” Clara’s face looked so innocent—only Lena and I knew the malice beneath it.
Her brother pulled her aside. “Ignore them, they always ruin the mood.”
“Brother!”
“Lena’s surgery failed. She’s gone.” I handed him the death certificate.
He glanced at it, laughed, and tore it up. “You two think you can fool me with this? Lena’s hiding, isn’t she? If she doesn’t come back tonight, she never should.”
He walked off, arm around Clara, who gave me a smug smile that said, See? Even as their real daughter, you’ll never matter like I do.
Lena and I are both transmigrators. It’s been ten years in this world.
I’m the true heiress, switched at birth, while Clara—the impostor—was raised by my family for twenty-five years.
Lena loved my brother, and I loved Ethan, so we chose to stay.
But Clara made us realize love here meant nothing. So we decided to leave.
Lena went first. I’ll follow.
I recalled her final whisper: “Iris, don’t cry. I’m just going home. The system will reward me with 150 million. I’ll take care of you there.”
Back in my room, I had just set my phone down when two men burst in.
Clara’s brothers.
“Who let you in? Get out!”
They grinned, locked the door, and stepped closer.
My guard shot up.
“What do you want?”
第2章
They approached slowly, grinning wickedly.
“I wonder how it feels to play with this rich young lady. With that body, it must be fun.”
One lunged forward, pinning me down.
“Brother, you go first. I’ll follow after.” The man in front of me was already unbuckling his belt. Terror surged through me.
“Touch me and you’ll regret it! I’m the Hart family’s second young lady!”
“Hart family? Don’t make me laugh. Mr. and Mrs. Hart treat you like a dog.”
“You think you’re their daughter just because you share their blood? Only Clara is the real Hart daughter. You’re nothing!”
“Clara sent us to handle you tonight!”
I bit the man restraining me—hard.
“Ah! You bitch!” He let go in pain, and I scrambled to the window.
“Stay back or I’ll jump!”
“This is the third floor! You’ll be crippled if not dead!”
They lunged toward me, and I had no choice—I jumped.
The ground was tiled. Miraculously, I survived, though my leg was shattered.
Bleeding and shaking, I dragged myself toward the noise of a crowd.
“Ethan! Ethan!” I screamed, but no one answered. Then I heard familiar, muffled sounds from a nearby room.
I pushed the door open—and froze. My husband and my sister, clothes half-off, tangled together.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
Ethan straightened, expressing calm. “I drank too much. Mistook her for someone else.”
“I look nothing like Clara. Was she drunk too—mistaking someone else?”
“Enough! I said it was a mistake!” He snapped, then noticed the blood. “What happened to you?”
“I jumped from the third floor.”
“Are you insane?!”
“Clara sent men to attack me! I had no choice but to jump!” My voice broke into sobs.
Clara began crying, eyes full of fake innocence. “Iris, I know you’ve always hated me, but how could you accuse me like this?”
“I’d never hurt my own sister!” Ethan pulled her into his arms. “Iris, you’ve gone too far. How can you frame Clara?”
Before I could respond, my parents and brother arrived.
Without warning, my father slapped me hard.
My head spun. “Dad—why?”
“We heard everything. You used vile lies to frame your sister. Don’t you deserve that slap?”
“I’m not lying! Look—my leg’s broken!”
My brother glared. “Still acting? You’ll do anything to frame Clara, won’t you?”
I stared at them—my husband, my parents, my brother.
All wore the same look of disgust.
“So you all think I framed her?” My voice trembled. “Fine. I have proof. Come with me.”
第3章
I dragged my broken leg upstairs, limping heavily. No one followed.
“Mom, Dad, Brother, let it go. It’s my birthday. I don’t want to argue with Iris,” Clara said softly.
My brother sighed. “Our Clara is so generous—unlike some people, always scheming. It’s disgusting.”
“What, too scared to come closer? Can’t face the truth?” Ethan frowned. “Clara’s protecting you, and yet you act so ungrateful. Do you only feel satisfied when you humiliate yourself?”
I stopped trying to reason with them and went straight to my room.
My phone was still recording on the table. I played it back—perfect. Everything was captured.
I sent the video to our family group chat. Minutes later, they all stormed in.
My brother waved his phone angrily. “What’s the meaning of this video?”
“Isn’t it clear? Clara ordered her brothers to assault me. They admitted it themselves.”
Father shook his head. “Impossible. Clara would never do that. Those two acted on their own—it has nothing to do with her.”
Clara cried, “Iris, you must believe me! I didn’t send them! I’ll confront them myself! Where are they?”
“Of course they ran off. Did you think I’d let them stick around to confess?”
Mother looked at me worriedly. “Iris, you hurt yourself jumping from the third floor. Should we call a doctor?”
Ethan frowned. “Wait—how did you even film this? Did you plan it with them?”
I laughed bitterly. “Ethan, they’re Clara’s brothers. Why would I work with them?”
“Maybe you bribed them to frame Clara!” my brother snapped. “Ethan’s right. Iris plotted this whole thing!”
Clara sobbed harder. “Iris, I’m your sister! Why would you do this to me?”
Mother’s expression hardened. “Iris, you’ve truly disappointed me.”
Father scoffed. “We should never have taken her back!”
In that instant, all my love for this family died. “You want to know how I got that recording? Fine—I’ll tell you.”
“Before they broke in, I was recording my last words.”
Ethan laughed mockingly. “Your last words? What nonsense! Are you saying you plan to die?”
“Yes. I’m leaving this world today.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! If you die, I’ll eat shit!” my brother shouted. “Iris Blake, have you gone insane? Why kill yourself now?”
“You’re calling me a liar?” I choked back tears. “Brother, your heart only holds Clara. Did you forget you had a wife named Lena?”
“Mom, Dad—did you forget your kind daughter-in-law too?”
“Lena is dead because none of you would operate on her. You all stayed by Clara’s side, and that’s why she died.”
“She’s gone now, and I have nothing left. I’ll follow her.”
They all stared back—cold, disgusted.
My brother sneered. “You and Lena still acting? What is this, a soap opera?”
第4章
“How’s she going to act next? Pretend to be a corpse again to scare us?”
“No need. You won’t see her again. I’ve already cremated her and scattered her ashes at sea.” Ethan tugged his brother’s arm. “Let’s ignore Iris. She’s only performing for attention. If no one reacts, she’ll have no audience.”
Father glared at me. “From now on, stay in your room and reflect! When you’ve come to your senses, apologize to your sister. Until then, no food!”
“Endure the pain if you must. We won’t call a doctor until you apologize to Clara!”
They surrounded Clara and left together.
At the door, Clara turned back and mouthed, You’ll never win.
Her provocation no longer angered me.
Because soon, I’d finally leave this place—return to my own world, reunite with Lena, and live the carefree, wealthy life my best friend promised me.
Originally, I meant to die quietly in my room, but they pushed too far. So, I decided to make them watch.
I climbed to the villa's rooftop, overlooking the pool below.
The family was laughing, tossing a ball in the water with Clara.
I sat at the edge, pulled out a fruit knife, aimed for my carotid artery, and slashed without hesitation.
Blood burst forth instantly.
Someone below shouted, “She’s going to jump!”
Everyone looked up.
Mom screamed, “Iris, what are you doing? Come down!”
Dad snorted, “Ignore her! Even if she jumps, we won’t forgive her until she apologizes to Clara!”
Brother scowled. “Iris, enough with your act! We’ve had it!”
Clara sobbed again. “Why is Iris doing this to me? Is she trying to prove I’m guilty by killing herself?”
“I can’t clear my name—so I might as well die!”
Ethan hugged her tightly. “Clara, this is exactly what Iris wants.”
Then Clara shouted, “If you’re going to jump, then do it! Stop pretending!”
Ethan added, “If you dare jump, I, Ethan, will take your surname!”
My vision dimmed from blood loss.
With my last strength, I screamed, “Then listen well—my surname is Blake!”
I leapt, crashing into the pool like a falling rock. Blood splattered across them.