My stepfather Mark never once called me his daughter. Growing up, I was the invisible child—present but unnoticed. Meanwhile, my half-sister Ava was his “princess,” adored in every way. Mark wasn’t cruel; he provided for me, but love was reserved for Ava. I studied hard, stayed out of trouble, and dreamed of becoming a veterinarian, but even my biggest achievements were brushed aside.
When Mark suddenly died of a heart attack, I grieved the man who never truly saw me. At the reading of his will, the shock was overwhelming: he left Mom and Ava $5,000 each, while I inherited his entire $640,000 estate. They erupted with anger, but the lawyer handed me a letter that changed everything.
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