Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 8

**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires by Damon S. Creed**

I assured them that I understood their intentions, but the truth was, their actions had left me genuinely wounded. The weight of my feelings lingered heavily in the air, and as I looked into the expectant eyes of my biological mother, I found myself at a loss for words. The silence stretched between us, thick and palpable.

Fortunately, she didn’t seem to expect an immediate act of forgiveness from me. That was a relief. Instead, she took the time to exchange contact information with my adoptive mother, making a concerted effort to delve into my past—a past that was both complex and painful. Before long, they developed a bond that surprised me; they became close friends, sharing stories and laughter, creating a new family dynamic that I was still trying to navigate.

My biological father, too, began to show a newfound concern for my well-being. He would ask me about my friendships, inquiring about my classmates and how I was faring in my studies. It was a stark contrast to the silence that had once defined our relationship. To make amends for the turmoil stirred by the chaotic banquet, my biological parents organized a recognition ceremony in my honor, a gesture that felt both overwhelming and comforting.

During that banquet, Orion stood up in front of everyone and publicly apologized to me. He introduced me to his circle of friends, a gesture that felt like an olive branch extended in my direction. When I had first returned to the Sullivan family, he had been hesitant to approach me, almost as if he feared my reaction. Instead, he opted for a subtler approach, sending me small, thoughtful gifts each day, a silent way of expressing his remorse.

One afternoon, in a moment of casual conversation, I mentioned some study materials I needed for my classes. To my surprise, Orion went above and beyond, enlisting several of his friends to help gather them for me. Another time, I had idly admired an antique piece displayed in the family home. He didn’t hesitate to spend a considerable amount of money to acquire it, just so I could hold it and explore its intricacies.

Gradually, my walls began to crumble. I started to accept him, realizing that he hadn’t truly done anything to cause me deep pain. I immersed myself in my high school studies, and as the days turned into weeks, time seemed to blur past. It was true what they said—time has a remarkable ability to heal wounds.

I had settled into this new family dynamic, feeling a sense of belonging that I had longed for. I had both my biological parents and my adoptive ones, which meant I was fortunate enough to have four parents in total.

Upon graduating high school, I received the exciting news of my acceptance into the best university in the area. My biological parents had envisioned a future for me in finance, hoping I would join them in managing their business. However, perhaps due to my lifelong unease with the world around me, I found myself drawn to the field of criminal investigations.

So, I made the bold decision to major in criminology, aspiring to become a detective. It was during my first year of college that Ophelia was released from prison. The years had transformed her into someone almost unrecognizable. A long scar marred her once-smooth face, and the softness of her skin had been replaced by a harsh, weathered texture.

When my biological parents arrived to see her, she rushed towards them, tears streaming down her face. “Dad, Mom,” she cried, her voice thick with emotion. “I know I was wrong. I want to come home.” Her words were laced with desperation. “I’ve endured so much these past three years. I miss you terribly.”

“Please, let me come home. I promise I’ll get along with Evelyn from now on.”

At that moment, I wasn’t present, but my biological parents stood firm in their decision to keep her from returning to the Sullivan estate. They understood that allowing her back would feel like a betrayal to me, their true daughter. They spent what felt like an eternity in the study, deliberating on the best course of action.

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