After My Death, the Whole Family Began to Love me

The doctor told me I had late–stage pancreatic cancer. I swear, I almost kissed him right there. All because I was the long–lost real daughter of the Miller family.

But on my wedding day, the adopted daughter, Sarah, jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge.

Just like that, Sarah became the family’s precious angel, and I, the actual flesh and blood, became the villain who killed her.