Chapter 1
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My sister took her own life in her mansion by inhaling gas fumes. When I got the news, I wasn’t the least bit panicked.
Her assistant, however, was frantic. She bombarded me with calls and photos, telling me my sister was dead and demanding that I come to the scene immediately.
I calmly turned off my phone, stepped back into the dance floor, and continued partying.
In my previous life, when I received that call, I was a wreck, rushing to her home in near hysteria. But all I found was her lifeless body–eyes bulging and skin an unnatural shade of blue.
The assistant explained that, before my sister died, she’d discovered that I had secretly sold her company. She became severely depressed and, in the depths of despair, decided to end her life.
Even my fiancé, the man I had just gotten engaged to, took to social media to accuse me of abusing my sister–both physically and emotionally–which, according to him, had driven her to depression.
I was vilified.
When I tried to defend myself, I was met with deaf ears. Desperate to clear my name, I requested a police investigation.
They unearthed her medical records confirming depression and hard evidence of my role in selling the company.
Suddenly, I became the villainous, conniving little sister who leached off my sister’s success and ultimately destroyed her.
I was thrown into prison, where my life came to a swift and brutal end–stabbed to death by a death row inmate.
Then I woke up, reliving the day my sister took her life.
“Hey, little sis! I’ve already got your birthday gift ready. Don’t forget to dress up tomorrow for your party–I’ve got a surprise for you.”
I stared at my sister’s message, her cheerful and doting tone practically jumping off the screen. A sister like her… how could she have
been depressed?
The text woke up Daniel, who groggily kissed my cheek before rolling out of bed.
“I’ll make breakfast, honey. You stay in bed and rest a bit longer.”
He was as considerate as ever, yet a chill ran down my spine.
Daniel used to be a long–distance runner. We met at an awards ceremony. After five years of dating, we got engaged. My sister initially disapproved of our relationship, saying the sports world was too complicated and I wasn’t cut out for it.
But I loved him. I believed in him, and he never let me down. Thoughtful, attentive, and unfailingly considerate, he remembered every anniversary and milestone. Over time, even my sister grew to appreciate his sincerity and accepted him as her brother–in–law.
After our engagement, he moved into the house my sister had bought for me. I had spent countless nights envisioning our happy future in that home, raising children together.
Then, memories from my previous life came flooding back–how he had publicly accused me of being a heartless, money–grubbing
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leech after my sister’s death. He claimed 1 squandered her fortune, juggled multiple affairs, and resented her for trying to rein me in. According to him, my cruelty had driven her to depression and, ultimately, to her death.
Now, as I watched this man lovingly serve me breakfast, a wave of dread swept over me. What role had this seemingly perfect fiancé played in my sister’s death?
“What do you want for your birthday tomorrow, honey?” he asked with his usual warmth.
What did I want? I wanted my sister to live a long and happy life.
Even now, I couldn’t understand how, on the eve of my birthday, my sister could have chosen to end her life.
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