Spare My Heart
At the orphanage gates, the fake heiress stole my proof of identity and slipped into a waiting luxury car, smiling triumphantly.
I leaned against the attic while waving goodbye to her. "Have a safe journey, my scapegoat."
In my past life, I was taken back to a wealthy family. I thought I'd found my family.
My adoptive parents smiled at me, bought me dresses, and called me their darling daughter.
Three months later, I was wheeled into an operating room. My heart was removed.
I died on the operating table. They didn't even hold a funeral for me.
After being reborn, I wanted to make everyone pay the price.
This time, it was them who should be on the operating table.