Family, I always believed, was unbreakable. But after Mom died, my sister Barbara shattered everything I thought I knew.

Barbara had always been the favorite — beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed like Mom. Meanwhile, I, Charlotte, with dark hair and dark eyes, never quite fit in. But I never questioned it. I loved my mother deeply and cared for her until the very end, while Barbara chased her acting dreams.After Mom’s funeral, Barbara shocked me by pulling out an old document: my adoption papers. She smirked as she claimed I wasn’t Mom’s real daughter — and didn’t deserve a penny of her inheritance.

Hurt but suspicious, I asked for a DNA test. Barbara laughed, thinking she’d won.But the results?t was Barbara who wasn’t biologically related. I was Mom’s real daughter. She had adopted Barbara, a child she found abandoned at a train station.Heartbroken, I confronted Barbara. She denied it — until I showed her the truth. Mom had loved us both, but Barbara had tried to erase me for money.In court, she tried to take everything. But the judge ruled in my favor.Barbara lost the case, the inheritance, and, most of all, her own sense of belonging.She tried to erase me, but ended up erasing herself.