THEY FORCED HER TO MARRY A POOR MAN BECAUSE SHE WAS ADOPTED

 Episode 1✅

It all started a long time ago—the divided love, the preferential treatment, and the constant reminder to Ruth that she never truly belonged to this family.At the age of six, Ruth was adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Ezeh, who had been childless for over ten years.

   

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The joy of having a child running around the house made them shower Ruth with so much love. She was sent to the best schools, wore the finest clothes, and Mrs. Ezeh often took Ruth with her whenever she went out.

Ruth grew to love them deeply, calling them "Mum" and "Dad," a name that always made them smile.But that love began to fade soon after. Two years after Ruth's arrival, Mrs. Ezeh gave birth to a child of her own.

At first, Ruth was excited. She had always longed for a sibling, someone to share her childhood with. But when the baby arrived, things began to change. The attention that had once been showered upon her now seemed to shift.

Mrs. Ezeh, who had once been so affectionate, now spent more time caring for the newborn. Ruth found herself forgotten, her needs overlooked in the chaos of the new arrival.

At first, she tried to be understanding. After all, the baby needed attention too. But as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the growing distance became undeniable. Ruth’s once warm relationship with her adoptive parents began to feel strained, and she could no longer ignore the growing sense of isolation.

She was still the same little girl, yearning for love and affection, but it seemed like there was no room left for her in their world. Mrs. Ezeh would take the baby with her on outings, and Ruth, left behind, would sit quietly at home, wondering why she no longer felt like she belonged.

Her schoolwork, which once had been a source of pride, started to suffer. She felt lost, as if a part of her had been swallowed up by the changing dynamics at home. And despite all the lavish gifts and privileges she was still receiving, the material things couldn’t fill the emptiness that had taken root in her heart.

Then came the days when Mrs. Ezeh would look at Ruth with a slight frown, as if noticing something had changed in her. Ruth was no longer the same bright, eager child. She had withdrawn into herself, a shadow of the little girl who had once been adored.

One evening, Ruth overheard a conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Ezeh. They were talking about the new baby, discussing how Ruth’s behavior had become problematic, how she seemed distant, even rebellious. It was as if Ruth had somehow become the problem, the one who didn’t fit anymore.

That night, as Ruth lay in bed, she realized something that would stay with her forever: no matter how much she tried to fit in, she would always be different. She was not their child by blood. She was the adopted one, the one who had been taken in out of charity, but never truly loved.

Her heart broke a little more each day, as she learned to hide her sadness, becoming more and more the stranger in her own home. The love that once had seemed so certain and secure was now nothing more than a distant memory, replaced by the painful reality of not being enough.

As Ruth turned 10, she had become more of a servant in the household than a daughter. The love that had once been freely given had now faded into a routine of chores and expectations.

Mrs. Ezeh no longer called her to go on outings or to spend time together. Instead, Ruth found herself cleaning, cooking, and taking care of the house while Mrs. Ezeh tended to her biological child.

Ruth's days were spent scrubbing floors, washing dishes, and making sure everything was in its place. No longer was she treated as a beloved daughter, but as an extra pair of hands. She was given little attention, aside from the occasional command or criticism when something wasn't done just right.

The other children at school would talk about their families, their parents who played with them and spent time with them, but Ruth's heart would ache in silence. She couldn’t understand why her life was so different. She had never asked for this, never asked to be the one who was neglected, the one left behind.

But the more she tried to speak up, the more she realized her voice didn’t matter. Her adoptive parents no longer saw her as their little girl. She was the outsider, the burden they had reluctantly taken in. Ruth’s efforts to get their attention, to earn their affection, were met with indifference.

Every day, she would watch as her adoptive mother poured all her love and energy into her biological child, the one she had given birth to. Ruth would see the warmth in Mrs. Ezeh’s eyes when she looked at the baby, and the pain in her own heart would deepen. It wasn’t that she resented the baby—it was that she longed to feel like she mattered, to be seen as more than just an extra 

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