My Mother Traded Me for a Poor Orphan.Ten Years Later, I Locked Her Out.

When I was ten years old, my mother brought home a filthy girl. From that day on, she stopped loving me.

She gave my brand-new princess bed to her, cancelled my piano lessons, and used the refund to pay for the girl’s private tutoring.

When my dad gently complained on my behalf, my mother slapped him hard right in front of our neighbors. She demanded a divorce and kicked both of us out, abandoning me without a second thought.

"You and Daisy have never wanted for anything in your lives!" she shrieked. "I just wanted you two to share a tiny crumb of your privilege with Chloe.