During our summer vacation, my little sister sneaked into a beat-up cargo van. I pretended I didn't see a thing and turned my back. In my past life, I stopped her. And for that, she hated me for decades. On my daughter’s first birthday, she laced her formula with a lethal dose of rat poison. Watching my baby cough up blood, she laughed like a maniac. "Remember this? You caused this!" she screamed. "You ruined my life, so I’m going to make sure you suffer for the rest of yours!" "Why did you stop me from getting in that van?!" I tried to fight her, but she stabbed me until I was paralyzed. I spent years rotting in a hospital bed, a vegetable, until I finally flatlined. When I opened my eyes again, I was back there. The parking lot. The heat. And my sister, sneaking toward the van. 1 I opened my eyes and stared right at Chloe’s back as she nervously looked around. I squinted, a tidal wave of hatred crashing over me. A black panel van rolled up to the curb. She knocked on the door three times—a signal. Two men slid the door open and yanked her inside. In my last life, I thought she was being kidnapped. I screamed, rallied a crowd, and dragged her back from the edge of hell. I was too frantic back then to notice the look on her face. It wasn't fear. It was annoyance. Chloe hated me for forty years. Not only did she murder my daughter, but she also spent years poisoning my food, wrecking my body before she finally put me in that coma. While I lay paralyzed, she would come to my bedside daily to curse me out. She’d brag about her wealthy husband, her perfect life, her adorable daughter. Every year, she’d bring her kid to celebrate her birthday right in front of my dying body. Five years of torture later, I died of sheer rage. It wasn't until the bitter end that I realized why Chloe was so desperate to get in that van. It was her "Main Character Ascension Plan." Since she was a toddler, Chloe believed she was special. The "Chosen One." She was convinced she didn't belong in our middle-class family, that she was a lost princess switched at birth. As she grew older and started looking exactly like Dad, she had to accept biology. But she hatched a new plan. If you’re born in the wrong house, you can just switch houses, right? The men in the van were traffickers. Chloe had contacted them herself. She volunteered to be kidnapped. Her only condition? "Sell me to a billionaire’s family." The traffickers, obviously, said yes. Today was the execution day. In her twisted mind, I destroyed her destiny. I blocked her path to becoming a heiress. Watching the taillights of the van fade into the distance, I smirked and melted back into the crowd of tourists. This time, sister dear, go chase the life you think you deserve. I can't wait to see where they actually take you. 2 Ten minutes later, Chloe still hadn't come back from the "bathroom." Mom and Dad started getting antsy. They checked the restrooms. Empty. Their faces went pale. Twenty minutes later, we’d scoured the entire tourist trap. No Chloe. Mom nearly fainted. Dad called the cops. Thirty years ago, security cameras were trash. They only saw Chloe walk toward the bathrooms and never come out. Only I knew she’d climbed out the bathroom window, circled back to the blind spot by the service exit, and hopped into the van. We searched until sunset. Nothing. Mom passed out twice. Dad chain-smoked a whole pack, his hands shaking. "It’s my fault! Why didn't I watch her?!" Dad sobbed, face buried in his hands. "Summer, Daddy lost your sister." We stayed in that town for half a month. My parents were eating themselves alive with guilt. They both ended up hospitalized from stress. I watched them wither away and broke into a cold sweat. This wasn't part of the plan. I couldn't let that monster ruin us from afar. That night, I walked up to my parents’ hospital beds, tears streaming down my face. "Mom, Dad..." I choked out. Mom pulled me into a hug, wiping my tears. "Baby, do you miss Chloe? Are you blaming Mommy for losing her?" I shook my head violently and buried my face in her chest. "I lost my sister. I can't lose you guys too." "I’m so scared. Please don't leave me alone. Mom, Dad, you have to get better!" It was like a bucket of ice water hit them. They realized they didn't just have Chloe. They still had me, their eight-year-old daughter who needed them. The next day, they pulled themselves together. Three days later, we went home. They stopped blaming themselves in front of me. To make up for the loss, they poured double the love into me. Dad threw himself into his work to distract from the pain. He caught the wave of the tech boom. His small factory became a massive corporation. We moved from a cramped apartment to a sprawling estate in the hills. I became the sole heiress of the Joestar family. I was thirteen. Lying in my king-sized bed, I laughed out loud. I wondered what kind of "billionaire life" Chloe was living. If she knew we were filthy rich now, what kind of face would she make? The family she tried to escape was the very "wealthy dynasty" she dreamed of. In the last life, because she came back, my parents stayed middle-class workers. We lived ordinary lives. I smoothed the silk of my designer dress. Turns out, Chloe was the curse on this family. Without her, we soared. Because of how weak I was in my last life, I started training. Kickboxing, swimming, Pilates. I studied nutrition and medicine. I also hit the books hard. My parents, seeing me work so hard, were heartbroken. "Summer, we have enough money. You don't need to push yourself. We just want you happy." I flashed a sharp, toothy grin. "Mom, I am happy." 3 Dad never stopped looking for Chloe, even while building his empire. He spent a fortune on missing person ads and offered a massive bounty. $5,000 for a lead. $2 million for finding her. Scammers lined up around the block. Dad didn't care. He was practically giving money away, earning the nickname "The ATM." Two years passed. Nothing. Mom was getting frustrated. "It’s all fake! Just people trying to swindle us!" Just as they were about to give up, a bald man showed up. I recognized him instantly. He was the driver of the van. Ten years hadn't changed his sketchy, rat-like face. He licked his lips. "Mr. Joestar, I think I know where your girl is." Dad waved him on. He’d heard it all before. "I saw a girl looking like her in B-City. But she was taken so young, I ain't sure." "I can go check. If I find her, I’ll let you know. But about the cash..." Dad sighed, barely listening. "Like I said. You find her, you get the two million." Baldy rubbed his hands together, took the five grand "finder's fee," and left. My parents didn't have much hope. B-City was 2,000 miles away. But I knew. Baldy wasn't lying. He knew exactly where she was because he sold her there. But did he think he was getting that two million? In his dreams. I hired a private investigator immediately. "Find a girl named Chloe in B-City. You have one week." Three days later, I got the photos. I laughed until my sides hurt. Oh, Chloe. Is this the high life you sold your soul for? 4 In the photos, Chloe was scrubbing toilets in a greasy diner, wearing rags. In another, she was sitting at a dinner table, eating watery porridge while a little boy across from her devoured a whole roast chicken. The PI told me the details: The couple who bought her couldn't conceive. They wanted a son but couldn't afford one, so they bought a girl cheap. Two years later, they miraculously had a biological son. Chloe became the live-in maid. She dropped out of school years ago. The "parents"—the Millers—forced her to work. Then the PI hesitated. "Miss Summer, there’s... something else." "Spit it out." "The second daughter... she has a boyfriend." A boyfriend? Normal for an 18-year-old. But then I saw the photo. It was a wrinkly, toothless man in his sixties. The PI explained they often hooked up in the back of the diner after hours. The old guy, Gary, had a bit of money and bought her things. I paid the PI double to keep his mouth shut. Baldy was already on his way to B-City. The reunion was inevitable. That night, I put in eye drops to make my eyes red and puffy. Mom saw me and panicked. "Summer! Baby, who hurt you?" I bit my lip and slid the photos across the marble table. "Mom, Dad... I found her. I found Chloe. She’s... she’s suffering so much." I withheld the photos of her and Old Man Gary. My parents took one look at Chloe scrubbing toilets and broke down. Mom wailed. "It’s our fault! We failed her!" They decided to drive to B-City immediately. As I stood up, I "accidentally" knocked the photo of Chloe and Gary onto the floor. "Oh no!" I scrambled to grab it, making sure they saw it clearly. "Mom, Dad, wait—Chloe must have a reason! Life is hard, maybe she had no choice!" My dad’s face turned purple. In the photo, Chloe was hanging off the old man, laughing with genuine delight. Mom pursed her lips. I hid the photo behind my back. "Don't judge her! Maybe... maybe he’s a nice grandpa figure?" Dad slammed his chopsticks down. "We leave at dawn!" The guilt was still there, but now, it was mixed with shame. I went back to my room and smirked at the photo. Showtime.
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