Reborn: Exposing the Golden Child
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The day I won the competition, my sister's heart "failed," and she could never stand again.
From that moment, she claimed all the favoritism.
Looking at my wall of honors, she sat in her wheelchair, heartbroken: "Chloe is so amazing, unlike me—just a burden who could die any moment."
My brother's heart ached for her. He grabbed a baseball bat and smashed all my trophies to pieces, defending her honor.
When I was selected as dance troupe captain, tears streamed down her face: "If I hadn't gotten sick, could I have shined on the Lincoln Center stage too?"
My parents turned to scold me for showing off, drugging me before the audition and ruining my chances.
Later, she had a breakdown and went live on Instagram, swallowing pills while sobbing that she didn't deserve love.
My childhood sweetheart, my fiancé, rushed to her side immediately. He dropped to one knee and slipped my diamond engagement ring onto her finger.
Later, I was killed by an armed robber. As I lay dying, I made one last desperate call for help.
He hung up impatiently:
"Mia needs me to hold her hand during her IV treatment. Stop being so fucking unreasonable!"
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my sister's heart "failed."
From that moment, she claimed all the favoritism.
Looking at my wall of honors, she sat in her wheelchair, heartbroken: "Chloe is so amazing, unlike me—just a burden who could die any moment."
My brother's heart ached for her. He grabbed a baseball bat and smashed all my trophies to pieces, defending her honor.
When I was selected as dance troupe captain, tears streamed down her face: "If I hadn't gotten sick, could I have shined on the Lincoln Center stage too?"
My parents turned to scold me for showing off, drugging me before the audition and ruining my chances.
Later, she had a breakdown and went live on Instagram, swallowing pills while sobbing that she didn't deserve love.
My childhood sweetheart, my fiancé, rushed to her side immediately. He dropped to one knee and slipped my diamond engagement ring onto her finger.
Later, I was killed by an armed robber. As I lay dying, I made one last desperate call for help.
He hung up impatiently:
"Mia needs me to hold her hand during her IV treatment. Stop being so fucking unreasonable!"
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my sister's heart "failed."

















































