Disowned Daughter Returns, Forces Them to Regret It

When my biological parents found me, I had just crawled out of a mine shaft.

Coal dust clung to my skin, my clothes were filthy and my hair was tangled. Their expressions told me everything: disgust, disappointment and the faintest hint of regret.

My biological father barely spared me a glance before turning away in distaste. “Hire another car for her. I don’t want her dirtying our family’s car.”

My biological mother hesitated, her reluctance evident despite the forced concern in her voice. “Child, you’ve suffered all these years.