Chapter 5 He looked at me with that particular brand of medical pity reserved for the young and doomed , regret etched into every line of his face . [ ] After a cocktail of medications strong enough to sedate a horse , I managed to scrape together just enough energy to reach my destination . [ ] Before me stood an ostentatious McMansion , complete with fake columns and gaudy gold trim . Shouting and cursing echoed from inside . [ ] As I approached . I spotted a middle - aged couple berating a teenage girl in the driveway . ] " College ? You think I'm paying for fucking college ? Yeah , I've got money , but that's for my son's future , not some useless girl ! You want an education ? How about I educate my fist against your skull ! " ]] The woman shoved the girl roughly , ordering her to hand - wash their clothes in the backyard . [] I turned to leave . This wasn't what I came for . [ ] The shouting abruptly stopped . ] " Hey , miss ! You looking for someone ? " the man called out . ] I paused , then tossed the jade pendant toward him . [] He caught it , his eyes lighting up with practiced recognition . " Well , well , well ! Isn't this the jade I gave that ungrateful little bitch years ago ? How'd it end up with you ? Wait - are you my long - lost daughter ? " The woman rushed over , her face suddenly transformed into a grotesque mask of maternal love . " It must be her ! Looks just like her pictures on Twitter ! Sweetheart , we're your real parents ! We don't need you to support us in our old age or anything , but a quick hundred grand would really help your brother's college fund ! " [ ] " Sure , " I replied calmly . I immediately transferred ten thousand dollars as a " deposit . " ] They eyed me with greedy calculation . " Daughter dear , you really got dealt a bad hand - born a girl and all . We've always preferred boys , you know . Can't help our preferences ! " I smiled coldly . " Impersonating my parents to extort money ? I've already called the police . Fraud carries a minimum five - year sentence . Hope prison food agrees with you both . They exchanged panicked glances before dropping to their knees . " Please , miss ! We're just poor folks doing what we were paid to do ! Don't call the cops ! " ] " Tell me everything , and maybe I won't . " ] As I suspected , they were actors hired by Wes to placate me . [ ] The entire charade was designed to validate Rosalie's story and send me running back to the Blake family like an obedient puppet . ] ] > Wes's intelligence network was impressive - my phone rang less than ten minutes later . " I was only trying to protect you , " he insisted . " You have zero emotional connection to these people . Even if you found your real parents , what then ? Would you abandon the Blakes ? Abandon me ? Move in with total strangers ? " " Yes , I don't have concrete proof that everything Rosalie says is true , but think logically - what five - year - old could invent such elaborate lies ? If they hadn't damaged her so deeply , why would she harbor such intense resentment ? " [] " Come home , Willow . Stop obsessing over meaningless searches . I'll pick you up at the airport . Besides , tomorrow's engagement party requires your presence . " ] My heart twisted sharply with pain . [ ] I remembered years ago when he'd chase after me , solemnly promising he would never lie to me , never do anything to make me unhappy . I pretended skepticism , but I'd bet my entire life on those promises . ] " Wes , we can't go back to how things were . " ] After those words , I ended the call He called back obsessively . Finding the constant ringing irritating , I blocked his number . ] About thirty minutes later , Rosalie called " You pathetic bitch , " she spat . " Pulling this dramatic stunt right before my wedding - you just can't stand seeing me happy , can you ? " ] Tury Chose Blood Over Love Now They Cry at My GRAVE 3.5 Chapter 5 " Fine ! Since you're so desperate to meet those worthless pieces of trash , go ahead ! They're in Southview Cemetery ! Visit them and then do us all a favor and join them ! " Barely minutes later , Mom called too . " What the hell did you say to Wes ? He's threatening to cancel tomorrow's engagement party ! You know Rosalie has psychological issues - we're doing all this to help her heal . She's not like you , raised with every advantage , healthy and privileged . Why can't you show a little compassion ? " [ ] I couldn't help but argue back : " None of this is my fault . Why should I accommodate her irrational demands ? " ] " Because you're the beneficiary of this whole situation ! Don't you get it ? Even if you personally did nothing wrong , you've enjoyed everything that should have been Rosalie's . Your innocence doesn't erase your privilege . " ] I never expected to hear such words from the woman who raised me . [ ] Everyone always said I was the apple of my parents ' eye . They even refused to have another child , fearing it would dilute the love reserved for me . ] Now her words lodged in my throat like fishbones . " I'm sorry I've been such a disappointment , " I replied quietly . " Don't worry - I won't be competing with Rosalie for anything ever again . " []