My Entire Family Was Reborn, But I Renounced Them

I was the real daughter of the Sinclair family, yet I was the one abandoned when their fake daughter and I were kidnapped and taken to the top of a building.

They were given a choice between the two of us, and they chose to save the fake daughter, letting me be pushed off from the eighteenth-floor balcony.

Even though I survived, I was completely disappointed in them.

Then, their attitudes changed overnight.

My parents, who despised me, started asking me about my likes and dislikes. My brother who wished me dead, started suddenly giving me precious jewelry. Even my fiancé, who always claimed I was nothing compared to the fake daughter, started to prepare for our wedding.

To say I was confused was an understatement.

I was on my way out of the estate when Mrs. Sinclair came in the door with Clarisse. They were followed by maids that helped them carry their bags, and their arms were linked, as if they were the closest mother and daughter in the world.

When she saw the luggage I was holding, Clarisse acted shocked, and asked, "Aria, are you running away just because Mom forgot to bring you a gift?"

I put down my luggage and looked at the two of them nonchalantly. "What? No! I've already gotten a birthday gift from you lot, remember? On the day of my eighteenth birthday, you chose for me to be pushed from an eighteenth-floor balcony. Honestly, what else could I ask for other than that?"

Hearing my sarcastic tone, Mrs. Sinclair's expression morphed to the annoyed look I was familiar with, and she tried to brush me off. "That was just an accident, Aria. The kidnapper wanted us to pick between you two, so how could you expect us to just watch Clarisse die? Besides, you didn't die, anyway."

Even though I landed on a mattress that day, I still ended up being hospitalized for three months before I could even walk. In all that time, none of them even bothered to pay me a visit.

That was how my family was.

I was their flesh and blood, yet I was swapped out for Clarisse by her birth parents. For fifteen years, I endured beatings and hunger, not having a single moment of warmth and respite.

Even then, the Sinclair Family was still entirely biased towards Clarisse, the girl who had taken my place for all those years. They'd blame me for the most trivial of things, and even accused me of having ulterior motives.

I was saddened by this at first, but now I've become completely unfazed by the way they treated me.

I'd already found a good place to rent, and I had enough money for me to leave this place the very moment I could.

I was determined to live on my own terms and have a good life in the future.

Adjusting the strap of my bag, I reached for my luggage and looked at the two of them.