Chapter 2

"Seducing Liam, doing something so utterly despicable and shameless—how do you even have the nerve to live?"

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Tiffany lunging at me in fury, a pair of sharp scissors in her hand, aimed straight for my face.

Instinctively, I pushed her away. Tiffany stumbled, the scissors flying from her grip, and she lost her balance, collapsing onto the floor.

"I'm your own sister, why would you do this to me…"

She clutched her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Mom and Dad rushed out of the hospital room, embracing her tenderly and comforting her without end.

People came and went in the hospital, casting countless strange glances our way.

"She looks so innocent, but she's actually a homewrecker."

"They're sisters? How utterly shameless."

I stared fixedly at the delicate woman before me, pinching my palm hard.

The pain brought me back to reality.

I had truly been reborn.

Back to the day Tiffany lost her memory in the car accident!

In my previous life, that day was supposed to be my wonderful engagement day with Liam.

Tiffany, who was studying abroad, had rushed back to celebrate with me but got into a car accident on the way.

When she woke up, she unexpectedly lost her memory, mistaking Liam for her boyfriend of many years.

Upon hearing about my engagement to Liam, she completely broke down.

"I'm the one who loves him!"

"Stella, you're my own sister, why would you betray me?"

From that day on, Tiffany treated me like an enemy.

She'd throw tantrums anytime, anywhere, constant insults were normal, and slaps and objects being thrown never stopped.

The worst time, she threw a pot of boiling water on me, leaving large scars.

My life became unbearable.

But everyone around me said I bore an inescapable responsibility.

"If she hadn't rushed back to celebrate with you, Tiffany wouldn't have lost her memory. You owe her big time!"

"She's sick now, she has amnesia. How can you even think about arguing with her?"

From that day on, I was forced to tolerate and endure all of Tiffany's malice.

And she, in turn, gained everyone's favoritism.

Seeing the engagement ring on my finger, she would sniffle, forcing a smile, "If you like it, I'll just give it to you."

Behind my back, she'd cry herself into dehydration and end up in the ER.

My brother, Ethan, who had always looked up to me, snatched my wedding ring and flushed it down the toilet, to vent his anger for her.

When she found out I moved into our wedding home, she cried, tears streaming down her face, "Why do you always steal my things? We're family!"

Mom and Dad were heartbroken, turning to scold me for not being generous and kind, then kicking me out of the house.

No matter how absurd or unreasonable Tiffany's demands were, I had to fulfill them.

Even a hint of dissatisfaction, and she would have a fit, threaten to cut her wrists.

And I gradually became the killer in everyone's eyes, the one who drove her to her death.

"Tiffany has amnesia, she's not deliberately bothering you. Can't you be more understanding of a sick person?"

"It's just a small favor, what's the big deal? She's your sister!"

But who would be understanding of me?

So, because Tiffany lost her memory, I was supposed to sacrifice my entire life?

In that moment, I felt utter darkness.

It was as if I was trapped in a deserted alley, with no end in sight.

In the end, even the fiancé I had loved for years was handed over.

"Because of you, Tiffany was so seriously hurt. Can't you just bear with it?"

When I couldn't help but complain, Liam looked at me with cold, reproachful eyes: "You have no pity for your own family, Stella, do you even have a heart?!"

I'll never forget that night.

Tiffany, suffering a depressive episode, climbed onto the rooftop in the middle of the night, weeping that no one loved her.

Upon hearing the news, I rushed up immediately, wanting to save her.

But she violently shoved me, and I fell, mangled and bloody.

Liam rushed to the scene. He clearly saw me, lying there in agony on the ground, yet he still ran straight upstairs and held Tiffany in his arms, gently wiping away her tears:

"Silly girl, you're the one I've always loved."

Under the romantic moonlight, he personally placed a veil on her, and they kissed sweetly.

No one cared about me, cruelly pushed off the building. My throat gushed with blood and fragments of internal organs, but it couldn't compare to the searing pain in my heart.

Liam clearly saw me…

Why didn't he save me?

I longed and begged to live.

I was still alive!

But all I got was a body growing cold, slowly bleeding out and suffocating, a tragic end of despair.

Floating in mid-air, I saw the triumphant smile on Tiffany's lips.

She hadn't lost her memory at all!

The so-called car accident was nothing more than a staged act!

Only because she also liked Liam, driven by jealousy, she deliberately plotted to ruin the engagement party.

Turning my life into a nightmare!

Why me?!

Carrying that resentment and hatred.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Tiffany got into the car accident.