However, it was all a long-planned conspiracy orchestrated by him.
In an attempt to seize all of my mother's assets, her death was staged to appear as a suicide.
After my mother passed away,he brought a woman and a 5-year-old boy.

At that moment,I realized I was wrong.
After that,I lived a life worse than that of an animal.
The stepmother's abuse,my father's favoritism,and the "naughtiness" of that “brother”..
Fortunately,that woman had insomnia,so there was a steady supply of sleeping pills at home.
I would steal just one pill per week,and she never seemed to notice.
I stole pills for two consecutive years.On the anniversary of my mother's death when I was 12 years old,I put all of them in my father's wine.

I watched as he downed the entire glass.
From that day forward,he never woke up again.
He was my primary adversary.
After my father passed away,my stepmother naturally didn't care about me and took away all the money.

At the age of 12,I was sent to an orphanage.I was very happy there because there were children just like me around.
Her name was Amanda.She was my best friend in the orphanage.
She was one year younger than me and was so beautiful.I liked her the moment I saw her.
So we became the best friends in the orphanage.We were together every day,lived in the same dormitory,and were inseparable.
Until I was 16 years old,Amanda's biological father found her.
I remember that morning,Teacher Grace came to tell her the news.Her father was abroad at that time and would come to pick her up probably next month.
Now she needed to provide a sample for a DNA test.
She was extremely happy,and I was really happy for her.We agreed to keep in touch by writing letters.
We agreed to use the last letter of our names as the signature on the envelope and at the end of the letter to identify each other.
But just a week before her father was supposed to pick her up,she had a car accident while going out to buy daily necessities.
I learned from Teacher Grace that the driver was a male student, and the accident was deemed Amanda's fault.
The person who hit her had a powerful background and wasn't arrested.
Two days later,the seriously-injured Amanda became a vegetable.
The orphanage, to avoid taking on responsibility, suggested I pose as Amanda.
How could I pretend to be someone else's daughter?Wouldn't her father recognize her?
Yes,her father had never seen her.
Amanda's mother abandoned her when she was 5 years old,and she had grown up in the orphanage.Her father never knew of her existence.
However,now the DNA test had confirmed a biological relationship,but the orphanage only gave her father a blurry photo.
I was the same height and had the same hairstyle as Amanda,and I knew her very well.
I was the most suitable person to pretend to be her.
So,five days later,I met my"father".
And I became the real Amanda Brown.
I studied psychology abroad and have been working in this hospital since I returned to the country.
So my background is very clean.