The biggest regret of my life was falling in love with my sister's husband. When I first met him at twenty, I was trapped in an alley by a group of girls who used to bully me. He threw his jacket over my head, chased them off, and saved what little dignity I had left. I fell for him right then. That flutter came to an abrupt halt the weekend my sister Vivian brought him home. I actively avoided every encounter with them and immediately applied to graduate schools over a thousand miles away after graduation. But disaster struck half a month before I was supposed to start school. Somehow, I ended up sleeping with him. That morning, when Vivian opened the bedroom door and saw us sleeping in each other's arms, she screamed and ran out of the house. She jumped into the sea. My family didn't blame me. Instead, they kept calmly comforting me. From that moment on, guilt toward Vivian hung over me like a shadow. My parents reassured me gently. My brother-in-law showered me with comfort and affection. Day after day, I started to believe I could let go of the guilt and live a better life. Until I found out I was pregnant. The man who usually doted on me sat in silence through the night. Early the next morning, he dragged me into the car, brought my parents along, and drove straight into the sea where Vivian had jumped. The moment we plunged off the cliff, I clearly saw the man who was usually so gentle. His eyes now churned with hatred. "Are you scared? Vivian was even more scared than you. She was pregnant too." I could still feel the seatbelt strangling my neck, as if it were happening all over again. But I was reborn on the night right after the family dinner ended.
Chloe's POV I looked at Ethan lying beside me, his hands restless, a strange flush on his cheeks, his eyes full of pain and struggle. In my past life, I slept with him in a daze and became the one who killed my sister. Yet day after day, I was seduced by his sweet words and fell in love with him. But those sweet words were laced with poison. The moment he strangled me to death with his own hands, I finally came to my senses. Fortunately, I was reborn. This time I would go to school in New York and leave them forever. I shook off his hand that had slipped inside my clothes, rolled out of bed, but felt dizzy and disoriented the instant my feet touched the floor. I didn't dare think too much. I pulled open the bedroom door and ran to the hospital. After various tests, the results showed there were certain drugs in my body. When the doctor handed me the results, his expression was complicated. My hand holding the test sheet trembled. I pulled out my phone to call my parents, only to find it had died and shut off. Shock and fear left me dazed and distracted. I didn't even notice a familiar person walking quickly toward me. An unexpected slap stunned me completely. I staggered backward, covering my face as I looked at my mother glaring furiously at me. "Mom, the doctor said..." Before I could finish, Vivian spoke with red eyes. "Chloe, I thought you were my most obedient and sensible sister. It's normal for someone your age to have a crush. You can tell me if you like Ethan. For your sake, I could step aside. But how could you do something like this?" Her eyes were full of concern, every sentence supposedly for my benefit, yet her words made me uncomfortable. I opened my mouth, about to hand over the test results, when Ethan, who had just finished his blood test, coldly interrupted. "I'm not so depraved that I'd lay a hand on your sister." One sentence completely condemned me. The whole family looked at me with disgust and contempt. Not a single person even bothered to ask why I had disappeared all night and shown up at the hospital. In their eyes, there was only Vivian. "How could I have given birth to such a shameless daughter?" Mom twisted my ear, hurling one harsh word after another. The words I once heard when I was bullied were now coming from my mother's mouth. The man who once saved me watched coldly from the sidelines. I gave a bitter smile and was driven out of the hospital. I stood in the pouring rain, numbly walking home. The chaotic scenes from my past life kept replaying in my mind, strengthening my resolve that I must go to New York. This time, I must stay far away from them.
Chloe's POV When I got home, the house was cold and empty. I returned to my room as fast as I could, only to see a mess everywhere. My diary was missing, along with the photos and clothes I had hidden away. I frantically searched all night without sleep. It wasn't until the afternoon of the second day that I heard cheerful voices and laughter outside the door. "Mom, Dad, who went through my room?" Ethan was walking in front and ran right into me. He paused for a moment, then immediately stepped back in disgust. I also clearly saw the dark circles under his eyes and the kiss marks on his neck. "You should know that your sister and I are about to get married. I can understand what's going through your mind at your age, but it shouldn't be directed at me, and you definitely shouldn't use those kinds of methods." Ethan frowned, his tone full of dissatisfaction. Those pitch-black eyes held scrutiny and disdain. "You were the one who came into my room last night. If I really did it, why would I run away?" I met his gaze. Ethan looked at me and told me something. After my parents heard the commotion, they immediately went to my room. They turned up many things, including the diary in my bag filled with filthy thoughts, and even countless secretly taken photos. At that moment, Vivian interrupted us. "Chloe, I'm just glad you're okay. I don't blame you." Looking at the sister I used to love most, I couldn't say a single word now. Vivian smiled and stepped forward. "Given that you're still young, we'll let it go this time. But there can't be a next time, or I'll be angry." Ethan frowned slightly at her words. "I told you it wasn't me who did it. Why do you insist on pinning it on me?" I raised my voice and shot back. Mom had been listening to the whole thing from behind. She closed the distance in a few steps and twisted my ear hard. "You did something shameless yourself, and you still dare to lose your temper. Do you dare say the things in that diary weren't written by you, that the photos hidden under your bed weren't taken by you, and that you didn't take that piece of clothing?" The things I had secretly hidden were dug up and made public. I knew I was in the wrong and held back my tears without making a sound. In the end, Dad locked me in my room. I cried and apologized and begged for mercy, but got no response. Not until my phone's special notification tone rang. I received a text from Vivian. Several pictures of playing at the beach, with an attached voice message. "Being locked up doesn't feel good, does it? But I was often locked up because of you when I was little. Mom and Dad love you. In their eyes, I never existed. Everything you have should have been mine. This is just the beginning." This voice message amplified the unease in my heart. When they returned from their trip, I took the initiative to suggest moving out. "Why move out? Chloe, are you still blaming me?" Vivian looked full of guilt. Mom frowned. "What are you making a fuss about now? Can't you behave for a few days? Vivian and Ethan are about to get engaged. Do you want people to laugh at us at a time like this?" After being warned, I temporarily held back. I tried to avoid every encounter with Ethan as much as possible, yet I could still see his unique tenderness and attentiveness toward Vivian during meals when we had to be together. Perhaps because I had spent a long time with him in my past life, I understood his every look and gesture very well. Those smiles weren't like the stiff and perfunctory ones he gave me. They almost all came from his heart. I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and began actively reaching out to former classmates, hoping to have familiar faces when I got to New York. After leaving early and returning late for several days, Ethan stopped me. "Vivian says you've been hanging around with a bunch of strange people lately?" I retreated warily to a safe distance, instinctively shaking my head. "They're all my friends. Don't read too much into it." I didn't dare have any more contact with him. Repeating past mistakes would cost me a price I couldn't bear.
Chloe's POV Ethan's face darkened. "Regardless, I still need to remind you not to keep doing things you'll regret again and again." "I don't want Vivian to be sad because of you anymore." Every sentence he spoke couldn't be separated from Vivian. His eyes were full of adoration for her. I pressed my lips together, feeling irritated. "Liking you was because I was immature before. I won't have any feelings for you in the future, but you shouldn't slander my friends like this either." Being contradicted displeased Ethan, and his attitude turned cold. "Someone who could write such disgusting things I don't think you were that innocent back then. But I'll say it again. Give it up." Having my most passionate feelings trampled on made me a bit angry too. I said, "Since it's so disgusting, please return all my things to me." The diary, the photos, and the things I had privately kept all needed to be dealt with. Keeping them would only give people something to use against me. Ethan looked at me twice, then turned and threw a paper box in front of me. Photos scattered, revealing the backs covered with a young girl's innermost thoughts. Just as he was about to reach down to pick them up, he saw me light the diary on fire. "I wish you and Vivian happiness." In the days that followed, I still left early and came home late, and avoided every opportunity to meet Ethan. Instead, I started going to various gatherings with my classmates. I just didn't expect to run into Ethan and his friends at a restaurant. "That's your fiancée's sister, right? Those two sisters are both so beautiful. Look at how all the men at their table are staring at her. Who knows how many people will chase after her once she starts graduate school." His friend's teasing voice reached my ears. I turned around and saw him suddenly down a drink, looking rather troubled. I didn't understand, and I didn't want to think about it. I got home very late. Only after I confirmed all the lights were out did I breathe a sigh of relief. "Leaving early and coming home late just to hang around with a bunch of men. It doesn't matter if you degrade yourself, but don't make your sister worry and lose sleep every day." Ethan's icy voice came from a corner. It scared me so much I covered my mouth to barely stop myself from screaming. After calming my emotions, I spoke. "I'm an adult. I can take responsibility for any decision I make." I didn't want to disturb the family. I turned to head inside. Ethan seemed angered by my attitude and instinctively grabbed my wrist. Frightened, I reflexively slapped him across the face. The surroundings suddenly fell quiet. I quickly ran home, shut the door, and locked it in one smooth motion. The next day, when I planned to go out as usual, I saw Ethan's familiar parents in the living room, along with countless gifts placed on the table. "This must be Chloe. Vivian has always talked about her obedient sister in front of us. Come sit by me." Ethan's mother beckoned to me. I stiffly walked over. The moment I sat down, another familiar voice rang in my ear. "Oh, it's you. What a coincidence." I looked up and met a pair of bright eyes. "Adrian?" My debate team nemesis. I paid no attention to the rest of the conversation between the two families. My restless mood was gradually soothed by Adrian's series of cold jokes. Throughout the morning, the elders chatted about their own topics while my anxious mood was gradually calmed by Adrian. Vivian looked thoughtfully at us and casually remarked, "It's rare to see Chloe get along so well with someone her own age." Her words made everyone look over. Ethan's eyes darkened, his voice indifferent. "Adrian rarely talks to girls." "I heard Chloe also applied to graduate school in New York. Then these two kids can look after each other." The topic suddenly shifted to us.
Chloe's POV After the two families officially met, the engagement date was quickly set. As Vivian's younger sister, I couldn't escape this banquet. But watching them go through all the formalities step by step and kiss passionately, I couldn't stop the jealousy welling up in my heart. In my past life, after Vivian died, we just went to register our marriage certificate. No one around us knew we were married. Compared to the meticulous ceremony now, everything I had felt more like it was stolen. Halfway through the ceremony, Vivian said she needed to touch up her makeup. "Chloe, come with me." I was on guard and carefully followed her out of the private room. As she said, she quietly opened her bag and slowly touched up her makeup. Looking at her heavy makeup, I said with concern, "Don't wear such heavy makeup when you're pregnant. It's not good for the baby or your health." Vivian's lipstick fell to the floor. Her expression instantly darkened. She grabbed my hand, her tone cold and harsh. "How did you know? What else do you know?" The questioning tone made me realize something was wrong. I struggled hard, trying to break free. "I don't know anything. Let go." Vivian stood at the door. She gripped my hand tightly. Leaning close to my ear, she said word by word, "That juice tasted good that night, didn't it? Too bad you weren't ambitious enough. Otherwise, today's engagement banquet would have been yours." Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, snapping something inside me. So all the torment in my past life and the misunderstandings now were all her doing. "Why are you doing this? We're sisters." I grabbed her hand, my eyes full of confusion. The argument in the restroom could be heard clearly in the hallway. Ethan quickened his pace and pounded on the door. "Vivian, open the door!" Vivian gripped my hand and reached out to unlock the door. The instant the door opened, she smiled provocatively. "Of course it's because I want Ethan to hate you." As she finished speaking, her whole body fell out the door like a kite with its string cut. Ethan looked at the person who fell at his feet, his whole body rigid. He knelt on the ground in panic, carefully picking her up. Before leaving, his pitch-black eyes flashed with hatred. "You'd better pray nothing happens to Vivian. Otherwise, I definitely won't let you off." The commotion here was significant. The people in the private room were also alarmed. The originally joyful banquet had everyone on edge. I stood frozen in place, my hands and feet ice-cold. As I walked out of the restroom, I saw that pool of inconspicuous bloodstains on the floor. The baby probably couldn't be saved. This guess was confirmed three hours later. My mother viciously slapped me twice across the face. Just as she was about to deliver a third slap, Vivian woke up. "Mom, don't blame Chloe. I just didn't stand steady." Her face was deathly pale, looking as fragile as if a gust of wind could blow her over. A roomful of people crowded around the hospital room, saying all sorts of things to show their concern for her. The clothes on my body were soaked with cold sweat. Perhaps my prayers were heard. When the attending physician and Ethan entered the room, the hospital room fell unusually quiet. Everyone nervously looked at the doctor. "Ethan, don't blame Chloe. She's innocent. The bathroom floor was too slippery and I didn't stand steady. She's still young..." Vivian forced out a smile, her voice gentle. But before she could finish this time, Ethan cut her off sternly. "She's already twenty-two years old. Because of her jealousy, a small life was harmed. Isn't our child the most innocent one?" With these words, the hospital room fell completely silent. My body trembled slightly. An unprecedented despair engulfed my entire being. It's over. I'm finished. "What did you say?" Vivian stared in shock, her vacant eyes making her whole person seem like she had lost her soul.
Chloe's POV Ethan quickly stepped forward and held her in his arms with heartache. "We'll have another child." Hearing this, Vivian couldn't hold back anymore. She buried herself in his embrace, sobbing quietly with grievance and suppression. After something like this happened, both sets of parents were shocked. I stood at the door, trying to minimize my presence as much as possible. "Vivian is your sister. How could you do such a thing?" Ethan's mother looked disappointed. What happened in the restroom, no one knew except Vivian and me. Even Ethan, who came later, only saw the scene she performed. I kept my head down, unable to explain. "Get out. You're not welcome here." Ethan stared at me coldly, no trace of his usual easygoing manner in his eyes. Dad wordlessly dragged me out the door. In the crowded hallway, he let out a long sigh and handed me a card. "Go to New York. Don't come back again." I knew that after causing such trouble repeatedly, he didn't want any more complications. I looked at that card, tears of grievance falling. "Dad, I didn't drug him, and I didn't mean to harm Vivian's baby." What responded to me was the card pressed into my arms and Dad's back as he walked away without looking back. I stayed silent for a long time, then carefully approached the glass by the door, just in time to meet Vivian's provocative smile. She deliberately got rid of the child. This thought broke through my rationality. I stood at the door without any dignity and laid everything out. "She knew she was pregnant a long time ago. She was the one who drugged me last time. She just wanted to make you all hate me." "I didn't push her!" My mother's face turned white with anger at my words. That third slap that hadn't landed finally came down. I could taste blood in my mouth and feel the ringing in my ears. The mouths of the people in front of me kept opening and closing, but I couldn't hear a single word. "It's my fault the baby's gone. It has nothing to do with Chloe. Everyone leave. I want to talk to Chloe alone." Vivian raised her head, her tone calm. Ethan was full of vigilance. "I'll stay right here." "Ethan, listen to me. You should leave too. I want to have a good talk with Chloe. After all, we're sisters." She hooked his hand, softly soothing him. Eventually, everyone in the room left. Ethan thoughtfully closed the door. I looked at the group of people standing guard at the door without moving an inch, and laughed at myself bitterly. "You've achieved your goal. Ethan doesn't just find me disgusting now. He probably wants me dead." Faced with my words, Vivian smiled faintly. "Speaking of which, we were able to get engaged so quickly thanks to your help. I've been thinking about how to make this child disappear completely lately. I didn't expect you to build me a ladder yourself. You're truly my good sister." She leaned against the pillow, her face showing not the slightest heartache over losing a child. Almost instantly, I understood. "That child wasn't Ethan's." Vivian clapped her hands in satisfaction, revealing a smile from the heart. "You figured out the key point so quickly. It seems using you was the right choice. But this still isn't enough." She opened her phone and pulled up a blurry video. The location in the video was very clear. It was from that year when I was exploring outside and encountered a mudslide. "Why do you have this video? You clearly didn't go at the time." I frowned and quickly walked over, trying to snatch the phone away. I felt like I had forgotten something. Vivian shrugged. "Everyone says we look alike. Back then, you looked almost identical to me. In such a blurry clip, unless the person experienced it themselves, who could guess that the person passing the rescue rope in danger was you?" She indeed didn't go exploring, but she spent a wonderful night with her little boyfriend nearby. After they were sent to the hospital, Ethan came to their door with gifts to express his gratitude. She learned the whole story and rightfully became his savior. The little boyfriend from back then had already changed girlfriends a dozen times, while she and Ethan fell deeply in love through their daily interactions. It was just that he never wanted to touch her. Until that night, I suddenly ran away. She got what she wanted. "Speaking of which, I have today thanks to you. But you, this savior, should disappear more thoroughly." Vivian calmly pulled out a fruit knife from behind the pillow. Taking advantage of my moment of distraction, she pressed it into my hand. Then she screamed. "Chloe, calm down! Calm down!"
Chloe's POV Before I could react, my mother slapped me to the ground. That fruit knife just happened to pierce my lower abdomen. The piercing pain, mixed with cursing, made me increasingly powerless. "How can you be so vicious!" Dad roared and grabbed me up from the floor. Everyone surrounded Vivian. No one spared me a glance, nor did they notice the large pool of blood on the floor. "Chloe is my sister. She's young. I don't blame her. I just can't understand why she would attack me over such a small matter..." Vivian leaned against Ethan, flashing me a malicious smile. I was in too much pain to speak. He looked at me with eyes like he was looking at a dead person, coldly saying word by word, "Young, but when you make mistakes, you should pay the price. Lock her in the dark room to reflect. When Vivian is discharged from the hospital, that's when she can come out." One sentence completely sealed my fate. I struggled, wanting to beg for mercy, but was kicked away by my mother. "Ah!" I cried out in pain. But the next second, Vivian's delicate voice interrupted everything. "Ethan, I feel so dizzy." He couldn't care about anything else and angrily shouted at the bodyguards at the door. "Are you all deaf? Lock her in the basement. Without my orders, no one is allowed to give her food or water." I was dragged out like a dead dog. Bloodstains stretched from the hospital room all the way to the entire hallway, making passersby gasp in shock. "Oh my God, how is this person bleeding so much?" "Nothing bad will happen, right?" "Let's go quickly." Seeing that people who cared about me were shifting their attention, Vivian sighed lightly and explained magnanimously. "Chloe must be on her period. She just has a childish temper. Just make a show of it. Don't really let her suffer, or I'll feel bad." But along the way, I was deliberately targeted by the bodyguards. I was already in so much pain I nearly passed out. The blood from my lower abdomen kept flowing out. By the time they drove to the villa, the back seat was soaked with my blood. The two looked at the large bloodstains, badly frightened. "Call Mr. Blake and tell him now. She's still a person, you know. If something really happens and she dies in the car, we'll be in big trouble." The two spoke and immediately called Ethan. In my daze, I actually felt a bit of expectation. If he answered the phone and knew I was covered in blood, would he not lock me up? Would he not leave me alone in the dark room? But I was in too much pain. Before I passed out, I seemed to hear Ethan's voice. When the pain woke me up again, I found I was still locked in the basement. It was pitch dark here. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. Everything around me filled me with fear. The only thing I could feel was the dull ache in my abdomen. I gently felt around and realized the wound here had been treated. There was also a bitter medicinal taste in my mouth. It seemed that while I was unconscious, Ethan had come. I harbored the hope that once I was let out, I would explain everything properly. I looked forward to getting out early. I waited and waited. Finally, Vivian was discharged. That was already half a month later. The day after her discharge was the day they were supposed to try on wedding dresses. After being forgotten for half a month, I, the "criminal," was finally released. And only because Vivian casually mentioned something at the dinner table did they remember me, the forgotten person. After waiting for who knows how long, I was finally dragged up by the bodyguards. Before I even got close, an indescribable smell permeated the entire dining room. "Ugh, what's that smell?" Vivian covered her nose, her expression ugly. Under everyone's gaze, they instinctively looked around. At that moment, they saw me clearly for the first time in half a month. Ethan froze. Before he could speak, Vivian excitedly knocked over her bowl. Her eyes reddened as she looked at me. "Oh my God, Chloe, you... how did you become like this? It's all my fault. If my health had been better, you wouldn't have suffered like this." She staggered over and hugged me tightly. But her hand hidden in the middle pressed hard on my wound. Fresh blood and pain spread together, making me instinctively reach out and push her away. "Ah!" Vivian fell to the ground in response, looking incredulous. "Chloe?"
Chloe's POV Ethan quickly stepped forward and held Vivian in his arms, checking her up and down with heartache. His eyes looking at me became even colder. "You still dare to attack Vivian. It seems these days of lessons weren't enough to make you remember your place. Vivian has been speaking well of you even after you tried to kill her, and you? She was the first to show concern for you when you were released, and you?" I opened my mouth. The low fever from days of wound infection, combined with not eating for a long time, made me unable to control myself any longer. I passed out. Seeing me collapse to the ground, Ethan paused. But Vivian opened her mouth with tearful eyes. "It looks like Chloe still blames me." Seeing me lying on the ground without moving for a long time, my parents' barely contained tempers could no longer be restrained. "Stop playing dead. How long are you going to make a scene?" "Your sister and he are getting married. What more do you want? Do you have to turn this family upside down before you're satisfied?" "Chloe, you shameless girl..." Mom walked to my side and kicked me hard several times. The scolding continued, but the person on the floor still showed no sign of movement. Finally, it was the maid who couldn't stand it and muttered quietly. "Ma'am, Chloe seems to have passed out a long time ago." After being unconscious for three days, I slowly woke up. Seeing that I had finally awakened, the nurse breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness you're awake. When your parents and boyfriend brought you in, they were so anxious they almost tore down our hospital." Hearing the nurse's words, I froze. I couldn't help pinching my palm, suspecting I was dreaming. They only had eyes for Vivian. How could they possibly care about whether I lived or died? "You've got the wrong person. It was probably a kind passerby." I casually brushed it off. The nurse wanted to continue, but was interrupted by Ethan, who had just entered. The hospital room fell quiet. The atmosphere grew increasingly strange. I only glanced at him lightly when he entered, then completely ignored him. He casually tossed the fruit in his hand onto the table and spoke awkwardly. "You were hurt so badly. Why didn't you say something?" These words finally got a reaction from me. I looked straight at him. I kept my head down and said nothing. Ethan seemed unable to stand the atmosphere. He actively stepped forward several steps, grabbed my wrist in one motion, his tone stiff yet unyielding. "Vivian is your sister. I'm going to marry her in the future. We'll always be family. I hope you can be more sensible from now on." Before he could continue, Vivian walked in arm-in-arm with my parents, interrupting. "Ethan, what's going on here?"She looked at his hand, her expression somewhat rigid. Only then did we, who had been locked in a standoff, separate. Vivian walked to Ethan's side and instinctively took his arm. Looking at me in the hospital bed, her tone was ambiguous. "Chloe, have you still not forgotten him?" These words made the atmosphere tense. I almost instinctively refuted. "I haven't reached the point where I need to torture myself to death." After staying a few more days, I was taken home. "Chloe, I'm going to try on wedding dresses today. Come with me." After saying this, she ignored my objections and brought me into the car. Arriving at the bridal shop, looking at the meticulously custom-made wedding dress, my heart still uncontrollably tightened. In my past life, they didn't have a wedding. They just hastily registered their marriage and that was it. Now I watched Vivian in that intricate handmade wedding dress, every jewel a testament to Ethan's devotion. He loved her fiercely. Just not for me. I lowered my head and began calculating when I could leave. "Does it look good, Ethan?" The curtain was pulled open. Vivian wore a perfectly fitted wedding dress, shyness in her eyes. Ethan looked entranced. He couldn't help but step forward and kiss her. Watching this scene before me, I hurriedly lowered my head. "Stop it, Chloe's still here." Vivian protested verbally, but her hand hooked around his arm without letting go. After it ended, she looked at me. "Since you're already here, why don't you try on the bridesmaid dress? Be my bridesmaid then and witness my happiness, okay?" After speaking, she beckoned. A server beside her brought over the dress. Just then, Ethan received a work call. They both entered the changing room at the same time. Before I could react, a hand suddenly covered my mouth. Everything went dark. I passed out. When I woke up again, I found we were on the rooftop of an abandoned factory building. Not far away was Vivian in simple clothes. And I was wearing that wedding dress. The kidnapper stood not far away making a phone call. Half an hour later, Ethan arrived with my parents. "Two women. One is your wife, one is your sister-in-law. I want you to choose one. Otherwise, wouldn't my wife have died in vain? Choose." The kidnapper wore a hood. He pushed us together roughly. One hand held two ropes. A dagger pressed firmly against us. The scenes from my past life were still fresh. I knew Ethan wouldn't choose me, so I took advantage of the kidnapper talking to ram hard into him, then shoved Vivian toward everyone. Since they didn't welcome me anyway, I might as well end all this early. I was tired too. "Chloe!" "Vivian!" Two voices rang out simultaneously. I widened my eyes and saw Vivian somehow lunging toward me. I saw the knife the kidnapper stabbed into her. The glaring blood mixed with the piercing police sirens made my whole body tremble. Someone ran over and slapped me across the face. Someone untied my ropes. Someone kept cursing at me. But I couldn't seem to hear anything clearly anymore. When I woke up in the hospital room, to my surprise, everyone was there. My parents had red eyes. Ethan looked even more haggard. Seeing me wake, everyone looked at me in unison. "Why did you deliberately harm your sister? If you hadn't moved, even if we saved her, the police would have taken you away." "But why did you have to hurt your sister?" "Now because of you, her kidney is severely damaged. While you were unconscious, we did a compatibility test. Since you owe her, you'll repay her with your own kidney. After the surgery is done, Vivian and Ethan will get married too." "After the wedding ends, don't come back." My parents condemned me to death in just a few words. I stared wide-eyed in disbelief. My mind had a moment of clarity. I instinctively opened my mouth to explain. "What if I said that kidnapper was hired by her?" Why was the wedding dress on her? How did Vivian break free from her ropes? All of this was evidence. But when I finished speaking, I was slapped hard across the face. "Where is your conscience?" Ethan's hand trembled. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me. I froze on the bed. "It wasn't me." "Vivian knew you couldn't let go. She specifically took off the wedding dress to let you try it on, hoping to help you move on. But when the criminals kidnapped us, you wanted to kill her for your own selfish desires. She doesn't blame you for any of this." "But you actually pushed everything onto her. Chloe, you've disappointed me so much." "The kidney removal is already complete. Your kidney has been returned to Vivian. From tonight on, we're even." His words were like a dull knife, stabbing viciously into my heart. I felt the wound on my side. I felt the pain in my body. But my heart seemed to have died. Any words of defense disappeared. Until Vivian was discharged early. They canceled the engagement and held the wedding directly. I stayed alone in the hospital. From beginning to end, no one came to check on me. When the wound became infected and I had a high fever in the middle of the night, it was the patient in the next bed who called a doctor for me. When I finally crawled out of that nightmare, Ethan showed up. He didn't bother hiding the disgust in his eyes. He was wearing the suit he would use tomorrow. "Tomorrow is the wedding. I hope you won't make any more scenes. But after all, you're Vivian's sister. I hope you'll attend our wedding banquet tomorrow. As for anything else, stop thinking about it." He stood at the door. Cold and mechanical, he left without another word. I froze for a moment, then checked myself out of the hospital. With Adrian's help, I gathered evidence of Vivian colluding with those men, from the night I was drugged to everything that followed. I organized everything and sent it all to Ethan. Then I threw my belongings into a huge fire basin, took the train ticket Adrian bought, and headed for New York. From now on, I was free. Ethan, goodbye.
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