Chapter 3

Right now.

Tiffany was still crying dramatically.

"I just don't understand, Stella, you're my sister!"

She choked, clutching her chest, her face even paler. "What did I ever do to you, that you would shamelessly steal my engagement ring…"

Before she could finish, my brother Ethan anxiously jumped in to accuse me:

"Stella, can't you be more understanding? Tiffany is already suffering so much from the car accident and memory loss, and you're deliberately provoking her! Are you even human?!"

He roughly grabbed my hand, pulled off my ring, and flung it into the toilet. "It's just a stupid ring… Ha, let's see you show it off now!"

Yet, just before, at the engagement party, he had earnestly promised me: "Sis, if anyone ever bullies you, I'll beat them to a pulp!"

In front of me, Mom and Dad also wore cold expressions.

"Tiffany is sick now. As family, we need to give her plenty of love."

"Stella, you need to be deferential to your sister. If you dare to provoke Tiffany again, get out of our house. It's our bad luck to have raised such a cold-hearted ingrate!"

They only cared about Tiffany.

No one remembered that today was supposed to be my engagement day.

There were no blessings, only utter chaos.

I had expected this.

In my previous life, when they saw my horrific injuries, Mom and Dad were heartbroken.

But under Tiffany's tearful onslaught, they quickly changed their tune, claiming I had accidentally fallen from a height, just to exonerate Tiffany.

Later, at my grave, they smiled with relief, telling me not to blame them, and to reincarnate soon.

"Life, after all, must move forward."

But their bright and beautiful future was built upon my death!

Even though I had experienced it all before.

Those cold, impatient stares still pierced my heart, making it seize up.

Looking at the loving family before me.

I nodded expressionlessly. "I don't care. Do what you want."