Stacy POV
"I am the real Stacy Roberts," I whispered, the words shaking as they tore from my throat.
I looked up at Mrs. Anna, my hands clenched so tightly into fists that my fingernails dug deep into my palms. I was completely laid bare before her, pouring out the absolute truth from the very bottom of my aching heart. I was practically begging, desperately hoping for a positive response, a flicker of recognition, or even a tiny shred of motherly warmth from the woman who was supposed to be my mother-in-law. I needed someone to see me. I needed someone to believe that I wasn't an impostor in my own life.
But the moment the words left my mouth, the room went dead silent. Then, a sound shattered the quiet—a sharp, cutting laugh.
Mrs. Anna laughed for a second, a cold, mocking sound that
