After my death, the whole family found out that I was actually a fake heiress

I, Anna Gilbert, in the final stage of kidney failure, finally made up my mind to die.

Dr. Harrison refused to accept it. "The hospital just found a matching kidney. Pay $500,000, and you're cured." He leaned forward. "Talk to your family. One more time."

I thought of Mom bedridden, Dad hauling cement at construction sites. I shook my head.

I don't want to die.

But if saving this broken body means draining my family dry—I'd rather go.

Maybe after I'm gone, their lives can finally get a little easier…