Since I was young, I knew my sister was the heroine of a tragic romance novel. To protect her, I switched our fates. She went to the prestigious public school, while I entered the elite private academy as a scholarship student. She grew up to become a scientist in biopharmaceuticals. I, on the other hand, endured years of humiliation, suffered seven miscarriages, and held the hollow title of the Prince's wife. When my sister found out, instead of gratitude, she returned to the male lead's side as his "white moonlight"—his true love—and convinced him to drown me in a lake. Reborn, I found myself accidentally cast as the male lead's "white moonlight" in this new life. Just as I thought I had mistakenly taken the heroine's script, I realized my sister had been reborn too. So, how did she, the "white moonlight" heroine of the previous life, die? 1 Reborn back to age twelve, my parents looked troubled. "You're the older sister. Why don't you give the scholarship spot to Chloe?" In my past life, I cried and begged to go to the elite academy, forcing my parents to send Chloe to the public school. This time, I nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes! Let her go! I want to go to public school!" Actually, not just this once. At every juncture where Chloe was supposed to meet the male lead, Julian Thorne, I intervened. By avoiding him, Chloe's academic and professional life soared. But no one understood my intentions. They said I was jealous, that Chloe's success was all her own doing. My parents sighed in relief and whispered: "We must invest heavily in Chloe this time. She is the true heroine! Let's not mistake Sarah for the lead again and get nothing but trouble!" Invest heavily? Where would a working-class family get the money? I remembered. In my past life, shortly after I entered the academy, my parents won $500,000 in the lottery. It was I who used information from Julian to advise them to invest in real estate, lifting our family from poverty to the middle class. Chloe crossed her arms, looking at me mockingly. "Go to public school then. Go compete with those nerds and suffer without hot water in the dorms!" "What is mine will eventually be mine. No one can take it away!" I realized then. It wasn't just me. My whole family was reborn. Interesting. Let them continue their dream of wealth, enjoying the backstabbing and humiliation of high society. I will endure the hardships of studying alone. The school was far, so I wanted to focus on my studies. Knowing my parents had won the lottery, I asked to live on campus. But they roared in anger: "Dorm fees are $500 a semester! You don't care how hard we work for money!" Just then, Chloe returned from the academy with bags of snacks and toys. My parents beamed, praising her success and scolding me: "Look at Chloe! Not only is her tuition and board free, she even brings things home. You want to waste money on public school dorms? Useless spendthrift!" As expected, their bias hadn't changed. Before, Chloe ranked tenth in school, and they bragged she was a genius. They never cared that I was second in my school, just five points away from first place. 2 Chloe bragged about her life at the academy and how well Julian treated her. "Even though I'm a scholarship student, he never looks down on me. He gives me gifts and says I'm the most special girl he's ever met." "He said he's interested in how ordinary people live and wants to come for dinner tomorrow. Mom, Dad, prepare well!" My parents praised her, promising to make their best dishes. In my past life, this was the moment. I sent Chloe away so they wouldn't meet. He secretly took photos of my cramped home, leading to three years of bullying at school. When I was most helpless, he appeared as a hero, trapping me in a vortex of gentleness hiding sharp knives. I only learned the truth much later. Since the whole family was reborn, I wasn't sure if Julian was too. So I feigned illness, wearing a mask and glasses to avoid recognition. As soon as he entered, he pinched his nose. "Did something rot? It smells like mold." My parents' faces darkened, but they served the feast they had prepared all day. The braised pork balls we only ate on New Year's were untouched by Julian, yet he praised falsely: "Uncle, Auntie, your cooking is amazing. No wonder you raised such a beautiful and excellent daughter like Chloe!" My parents were ecstatic, bragging that the Su family would soon have a wealthy lady and live the good life. Determined to invest in Chloe, they used the $50,000 lottery winnings to sign her up for etiquette classes costing $2,000 a session, five times a week. While my parents ignored me, I secured first place in the city-wide exams, becoming a focus for teachers. One day, my childhood friend, also a scholarship student at the academy, messaged me: [Did you know Chloe is being bullied badly by the rich kids? I dare not help her. Julian, the Prince of the Capital, said whoever helps her is next... keep this secret...] [Don't help. Protect yourself.] My friend was puzzled: [You always protected Chloe. Since childhood, you were the first to fight for her.] That was because biased parents taught the older sister to protect and yield to the younger one. But if I protected her, who would protect me? We were fraternal twins, born just five minutes apart. A month later, my parents, faces grim, proposed selling the house. 3 "Sarah, we're really struggling. We can live in the employee dorms, and Chloe lives at school. This house is useless. Plus, Chloe's etiquette classes need money..." I couldn't believe they burned through $50,000 in a month and wanted to continue. I laughed in anger. "Heh, what about me? Do I live on the street if you sell the house?" Just then, Chloe returned, soaked and covered in bruises. She wailed, throwing herself at them. "Why am I still bullied even though I try so hard? Is it because I'm not elegant or beautiful enough for Julian to help me?" My parents comforted her: "Don't be scared, Chloe. Mommy and Daddy will sell the house to get you better classes." They immediately contacted an agency for "debutante training," boasting about adding dance and vocal lessons costing $5,000 each. These three were insane! I couldn't help but shout: "Enough! Am I not your daughter? I just need a place to live. Is that so hard?!" Seeing Chloe crying in her arms, Mom rushed over and slapped me. "Your sister is suffering like this! And you're making a scene!" Suddenly, text floated in the air: [Boohoo, poor Chloe. Endure a bit longer. When you're of age, CEO Julian will marry you!] [This sister is so short-sighted. Doesn't she know Chloe will be the famous Mrs. Thorne?] Chloe stopped crying. The three stared wide-eyed at the text. I silently lowered my head, pretending not to see. Dad waved his hand, determined: "Sarah, go live with your uncle! You're the older sister, don't be so unreasonable. We're selling the house!" I tried hard to think. Thinking about Chloe's future suffering, my parents' poverty after selling the house. Don't be angry, don't be sad, don't cry. But years of unfair treatment turned into bitterness filling my heart. I cried into my pillow all night. Unable to sway them, I was sent to my uncle's house. My parents stopped caring about me. To earn tuition, I entered the city biology competition. First prize was $5,000. 4 Unexpectedly, I met Julian at the finals. Seeing me, he froze. I knew that expression. It was how he looked at Chloe in the past life. Julian grabbed me, frowning. "I'll give you $50,000. Give me first place." I shook him off and turned to run. He blocked my way. "I'll hire the best biology professor for you. It's just a title. Not that important to you, right?" Seeing him made me sick. "I don't want your dirty money! If you want first place, earn it!" Unsurprisingly, I won first place and the prize money. In hindsight, rejecting Julian's $50,000 was a bit impulsive. I regretted it slightly. But thanks to first place, the top university's youth class offered me a spot. I just needed to finish high school curriculum in a year and pass the exam to enter the best program. Soon after, Chloe's situation changed drastically. Chloe lifted her neck like a proud swan. "Did you know? No one dares to mess with me anymore. Julian announced to everyone that I am his future fiancée." My parents couldn't hide their pride, speaking to me as if bestowing charity: "When your sister marries into a wealthy family, our good days will come. We'll buy several big houses, maybe give you one." Good days? Hellish days were coming. Five years later, I finished my undergraduate degree in biology at the top university and went straight to a PhD program. I was only twenty. Five or six years earlier than Chloe in the past life. I hadn't contacted my family for a long time. Chatting with my childhood friend, Lily, I heard rumors about Chloe. The news that Prince Julian insisted on engaging Chloe shocked the capital. All because Chloe looked 70% like Julian's "white moonlight." "Heard Julian's white moonlight is a high-IQ beauty, totally different from a dropout like Chloe." The more I listened, the more wrong it sounded. I asked: "How did this white moonlight meet Julian?" "Uh, heard it was a biology competition..." My heart sank. In the last life, wasn't Chloe able to return to him
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