Grace was not my parents' biological child.
Yet in our home, I felt more like the outsider.
Simply because I was switched at birth, Grace had lived the life of a privileged daughter for twenty years, while I suffered under abusive, alcoholic parents for the same duration.
By the time my real family found me, it was too late.
Grace, their raised daughter for twenty years, was naturally closer to them than I, the returned outsider.
Even though my parents tried to compensate me materially, I could clearly feel the distance between us.
When I first entered this family, unable to adapt to everything, I met Edward.
He and Grace were childhood sweethearts, and everyone assumed they would marry, but he fell in love with me at first sight and pursued me relentlessly.
I was afraid Grace would be unhappy, so I didn't accept him.
However, Grace approached me later, saying she had no romantic feelings for Edward, which eased my concerns, and I finally agreed to be with Edward.
Edward was very good to me, and took care of me in every way.
I thought I had found true love.
Little did I know, this was the beginning of my nightmare.
Edward and Grace grew up together; he said she was like a sister to him, I accepted it.
But later, we had to include Grace in our dates, he bought gifts for her too, and even on our wedding day, he left me in the middle of the night to accompany her to watch the sunrise.
Yet everyone, including my parents, thought this was normal.
I had to endure it all, telling myself she was just a sister.
Because Edward disliked trouble, I was made to like the same clothes as Grace, the same food, making it easier for him when he shopped.
We had been married for five years, and I had grown accustomed to this selfless life.
Until today, when I suddenly realized that those who don't care about me will never care, no matter how well I do.