Eudora Greene opened her eyes and instantly realized—she wasn’t in her world anymore.
Worse, she was dumped in a hospital with both legs in casts, immobilized.
“Miss Greene?”
A nurse double-checked the chart, casually hooked an IV onto the stand, and got to work.
Still reeling from the wave of new memories, Eudora flinched as the needle pierced her skin. Not far away, the nurses had already started gossiping.
“Look, that’s her—Eudora Greene, the washed-up movie queen!”
“Yeah, she’s irrelevant now. With those busted legs, what acting gigs could she even get? I bet our lives are better than hers these days.”
“No way. Wasn’t she some big-deal heiress of the Bennett family? She can’t be doing *that* badly.”
“Please. She was adopted later, not even their real daughter. Always clashing with their biological kid. I doubt the Bennetts even care what happens to her anymore.”
Eudora’s eyes slowly fluttered open. The harsh white ceiling lights made her squint. The nurses’ whispers drilled into her ears.
Once the chattering crowd finally moved on, she tried shifting her position—but the weight of her plastered legs left her completely stuck.
She glanced down at her legs and let out a long sigh, dropping her head back onto the pillow with a dull thud.
So... the rumors out there were pretty different from what she’d just remembered.
Moments ago, she’d been on the verge of ascending as a grandmaster in her own world, revenge plan finally within reach. Then came a sudden jolt of chest pain—and next thing she knew, she’d landed in the middle of some fake-heiress drama plot.
The joke? She wasn’t even the fake heiress. She was the doomed “real” daughter—crippled, abandoned, and utterly irrelevant.
Still caught in thoughts, a soft knock came from the door.
In strolled a woman with flawless makeup, followed by a tall man in a suit.
Eudora froze—then recognition clicked through the original owner's memories.
Savannah Bennett, the “true” daughter everyone fussed over. And right behind her, Ethan Harris—the man who used to be Eudora’s fiancé.
Eudora’s eyes slipped to their tightly clasped hands, lips curling into a knowing smile.
Watching them now felt like some cruel comedy.
This guy, so cozy with Savannah now? People seemed to forget he once promised forever to her.
Savannah noticed the chill in Eudora’s gaze and reflexively tightened her grip on Ethan.
“Eudora, I swear—I didn’t know that was going to happen. No one expected the lights to fall down like that… People rushed to me, and that’s why your legs…” Her voice cracked, tears welling up instantly.Compared to Eudora Greene’s striking looks, Savannah Bennett wasn’t nearly as eye-catching. But with her delicate, tear-stained face, she had a kind of fragile charm that made people instinctively want to protect her.
Before Eudora could even open her mouth, Ethan Harris jumped out in front of Savannah like some overprotective hen guarding her chick, glaring at Eudora like she was some virus.
"Don’t blame yourself, Savannah."
He gently wiped away her tears, then shot a cold glance at Eudora. His voice turned frosty. "Eudora, this is the paternity test. Those two kids have absolutely nothing to do with me. Stop dreaming—you’re never getting into the Harris family."
Eudora looked at the paper tossed onto her useless legs. Right, the kids.
Back when the baby-swap mess happened, Eudora should've been the Bennett family’s princess. But fate played a cruel joke, switching her with Savannah, and Eudora ended up with a poor family that later just dumped her at an orphanage. She barely made it through that brutal winter alive.
Then, for reasons no one could understand, the Bennetts took her back. But they only gave her a "foster daughter" title. The housekeepers were treated better than her.
Among the entire Bennett clan, only the fake daughter Savannah ever showed her any kindness—and even that was fake.
It was exactly that little bit of fake warmth that made Eudora trust her. So when she found out she was pregnant by her childhood fiancé, she listened to Savannah’s “advice” and kept the babies.
Back when the two families arranged their engagement, the clues were lining up nicely. But then Ethan’s dad struck gold with a booming IPO, and suddenly the Bennetts weren’t good enough anymore. The Harris family just needed an excuse to break it off.
Savannah saw Eudora’s obsession with Ethan and knew she couldn’t get into that elite household. So she planted the idea: get pregnant, then force their hand.
The original Eudora was unbelievably naive. Led by Savannah like a puppet, she genuinely believed that if she married Ethan, both families would come around eventually.
But the Harris clan? No way they’d let some scandal-ridden woman marry their heir.
Meanwhile, Savannah—with her sweet, squeaky-clean public image—kept racking up fans. Somehow, every time she made an appearance, people just loved her more. Even Mrs. Harris was charmed.
By the time Eudora realized what was really going on, Savannah and Ethan were already flirting like nobody’s business.
Eudora lost it—showed up waving the kids in everyone’s face, trying to drag Ethan back. All that did was embarrass the Bennetts, and Mr. Bennett cut her off from the family.
As for the Harris family? Total denial. Publicly disowned the kids. Eudora’s acting career? Trashed. She’d just bagged Best Actress, and then boom—frozen out for three years.
A few days ago, she managed to land a comeback role, all thanks to Savannah’s “generosity.” But on the red carpet, a chandelier came crashing down.
Everyone went running to save Savannah. Eudora got crushed.
She survived—but her legs didn’t.Seeing Eudora Greene zoning out, Ethan Harris’s eyes turned cold. “Eudora, I’m talking to you!”
Eudora frowned. In her past life, ever since she trained under the Black Sect Master in the mystic arts, she'd claimed countless lives. People treated her with nothing but respect—last time someone dared speak to her like this, they were already six feet under.
She threw two paternity test reports onto the table, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “So just because you talk, I’m supposed to listen?”
“Who even are you to boss me around?”
Savannah Bennett watched the scene unfold, her emotions all over the place.
Part of her thought Eudora was digging her own grave, but another part was genuinely stunned—Eudora actually dared to speak to Ethan Harris like that? Even her dad always treated Ethan with kid gloves.
Just as Eudora finished speaking, Lucas Bennett barged in, furious, leaning hard on his cane.
He jabbed his finger at Eudora, face flushed with rage. “Do you even realize what a mess you're making? The company’s stock is tanking thanks to you!”
After the incident with Eudora’s legs, rumors started pegging it as karma. That dragged out all of the Bennett family’s old skeletons, leaving shareholders on edge and panic spreading like wildfire.
Mrs. Bennett stood beside her husband, trying to calm him down while glaring at Eudora like she wanted to eat her alive.
That face, so similar to Eudora’s, was now twisted with hate. She gritted her teeth and hissed under her breath, “You better behave. If Savannah doesn’t marry into the Harris family...”
She didn’t finish the sentence, but the threat was loud and clear.
Then their youngest son strolled in behind her, completely dropping the act. “Mom, why bother talking to her? Just send her and those two brats overseas.”
He had an ugly scheme in mind—over there, with shootings and drugs everywhere, it’d be real easy for something to just “happen” to Eudora and her kids.
Eudora stared at them one by one, their twisted faces full of malice. She could almost smell the rot of their souls creeping through the air.
All she felt was how ridiculous this was.
The original Eudora had suffered enough—looked down on in the orphanage, tricked into having kids, her career ruined for three years, finally got a shot at a comeback... and then ended up with crushed legs on the red carpet.
Not a single word of sympathy. Instead, they blamed her?
Worse, her injury clearly screamed foul play, but these “relatives” didn’t bother to find the truth or even hire a decent doctor. All they did was charge in here, barking like she was the villain.
Eudora's eyes turned icy as she looked at the family surrounding her, lips curling into a cold smirk.
Since they’d given up pretending, she wouldn’t play along either.
“Fine by me,” she said coolly, lifting her chin. “From this day on, I’m done with the Bennetts.”
