All Mine to Take Back
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Seven years ago, I was Maplewood's heroine.
My husband Daniel Wright would proudly say every morning, "Good morning, my hero." My nine-year-old daughter Olivia would look up at me adoringly and shout, "Mommy, you're a superhero!"
Until I saved Aurora Page—a 16-year-old girl abused by her stepfather. She moved into our home and said gratefully, "Claire, you saved my life. I can never repay you."
Five years ago, I was injured while rescuing a trapped child from a fire. The severe head trauma led to devastating PTSD.
The doctors said my mind had regressed to that of a seven-year-old and might never recover.
Daniel held me and cried, "Claire doesn't recognize me anymore..."
Olivia asked cautiously, "Mommy, do you still remember me?"
Aurora said gently, "I'll take care of her for the rest of my life."
I was sent to the recovery center for treatment.
But they didn't know that during my treatment, I miraculously recovered.
Then I discovered the truth that shattered my world—through overheard nurses talking and learned from Daniel's visits.
I learned that Daniel and Aurora had become common-law spouses, and Olivia had started calling Aurora her new mommy.
For an entire year, I pretended to be mentally impaired at the treatment center, secretly plotting my revenge while watching this "grateful" girl steal my place and this "loving" husband betray his vows.
They think I'll always be a fool.
They think they can live off my tragedy.
Now, I'm coming home.
My husband Daniel Wright would proudly say every morning, "Good morning, my hero." My nine-year-old daughter Olivia would look up at me adoringly and shout, "Mommy, you're a superhero!"
Until I saved Aurora Page—a 16-year-old girl abused by her stepfather. She moved into our home and said gratefully, "Claire, you saved my life. I can never repay you."
Five years ago, I was injured while rescuing a trapped child from a fire. The severe head trauma led to devastating PTSD.
The doctors said my mind had regressed to that of a seven-year-old and might never recover.
Daniel held me and cried, "Claire doesn't recognize me anymore..."
Olivia asked cautiously, "Mommy, do you still remember me?"
Aurora said gently, "I'll take care of her for the rest of my life."
I was sent to the recovery center for treatment.
But they didn't know that during my treatment, I miraculously recovered.
Then I discovered the truth that shattered my world—through overheard nurses talking and learned from Daniel's visits.
I learned that Daniel and Aurora had become common-law spouses, and Olivia had started calling Aurora her new mommy.
For an entire year, I pretended to be mentally impaired at the treatment center, secretly plotting my revenge while watching this "grateful" girl steal my place and this "loving" husband betray his vows.
They think I'll always be a fool.
They think they can live off my tragedy.
Now, I'm coming home.