Chapter 3

Using the fragmented memories of my past life, I found an old iPad that my sister, Lily, had left behind at our family villa.

I entered a few potential passwords, and on the third try, the screen lit up.

There was a locked folder in her photo vault named "Lily's Private Garden."

The latest photos in the folder were set against the backdrop of a picturesque town at the foot of the Swiss Alps. There was a close-up of two hands tightly locked together, followed by an intimate, breathless hug.

I knew the tiny mole on the man's hand all too well.

The caption read: *"He said as soon as he handles the family drama back home, he’ll stay with me forever. What’s ten thousand miles? True love knows no distance."*

The location tag read: *Interlaken, Switzerland.*

Scroll down, and there were her diary entries:

*"Finally got my baby! Patience really pays off! 🥰"*

*"Some people just won't let go of a spot that doesn't belong to them, but true love always wins~"*

*"We are so in love. Forever and always!"*

So, while I was literally losing my mind organizing my fiancé's "funeral," my darling sister was basking in the sweetness of "true love" in her private little world.

I had been kept completely in the dark until the moment of my death in my past life.

My relationship with Ethan wasn't an arranged one.

We met in high school. Back then, my parents had already set their eyes on Julian Harrington as my future husband.

But I despised the idea of a transactional marriage. My parents' marriage was purely for business. Since I was a child, I watched them pretend to be a loving couple in public, only to bring their respective lovers home behind closed doors. The few times they were in the same room, it was a toxic cycle of screaming matches and blame.

I hated that hypocrisy. So, I ran from the idea of an arranged marriage.

In my sophomore year, Ethan sat behind me. Whenever I was down, he’d hover around me like an eager golden retriever. Saying yes to him felt natural.

We went from high school sweethearts to the altar. We had even gone back to our high school recently to give a speech. Everyone called us a fairytale come to life. I basked in that envy, truly believing I had found my soulmate.

I never could have guessed that the man I thought would never betray me had been sleeping with my younger sister.

In her digital diary, Lily affectionately called him "hubby" and posted "spicy snaps with my sister’s fiancé." Ethan held her, posing for intimate photos. Though his face was kept out of the frame, his smug satisfaction was obvious.

Every single "business trip" he took, he took her with him. Every night I thought he was working overtime, he was actually in my sister’s bed.

I remembered once telling him not to work so hard. He had smiled and said, *"I want your parents to respect me, Chloe. I want to make enough money to give you a wedding that everyone will envy."*

Five minutes before his "accident," Ethan had texted me: *"No matter what happens, Chloe, I will love you forever."*

In my past life, I cried every time I read that text. Now, it was just a pathetic piece of garbage.