In my past life, my sister and I fought tooth and noll.
She schemed to steal my fiancé, and I, not to be outdone, stole here.
Our weddings were held on the same day.
After the marriage, her fiance and I treated each other with polite detachment, Eving a sweet
life. Three months later, I was pregnant with twins.
I went to gloat, only to learn she’d died of a sudden heart attack
My father and stepmother told me to mind my own business. I outwardly agreed, but secretly dug up her grave and saw her corpse, twisted beyond recognition
I frantically called the police, but someone stabbed me to death from behind.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister stole my fiancé
“Quinn Sue, you won’t steal my fiancé from me.”
I snatched the glass of drugged wine from her hand before it could fully dissolve.
Father scolded me sternly.
“Wendy Sue, what are you doing at the Cook family’s banquet? Are you trying to get yourself
killed?”
I rolled my eyes at Father without a shred of politeness and said bluntly, “This is my fiancé’s
family’s banquet. What’s wrong with me being a little arrogant?”
“Quinn Sue is nothing but an outsider. Why should she be here?”
My stepmother glared at me and went to comfort Quinn.
“Quinn, don’t bicker with your sister. You’re family; you should be understanding.”
Quinn sneered.
“The Cook family has more power and influence than the Lee family. Why shouldn’t my fiancé be Harry Cook? Besides, someone as delicate as her wouldn’t last a day in the Cook family.”
She confronted me as usual, but the information in her words made my heart pound.
I stared at her, shocked, then leaned in close and whispered, “What do you mean by that?
Reborn?”
Her body trembled as she looked at me in disbelief.
“You… you’re reborn too?”
I winked at her. She looked puzzled, yet terrified at the thought of taking my place and marrying into the Cook family.
I smiled faintly.
“Quinn Sue, after dying so miserably last time, don’t you want to enjoy a better life after rebirth? Do you want to die again? Aren’t you afraid?”
Of course, my sister was afraid.
With each word I spoke, her body grew stiffer, and she seemed to forget how to breathe. “This is just everyone returning to their rightful place. I’ll marry my own fiancé, and youll marry your own fiancé. You’ll be very happy!”
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Quinn Sue, seeing that my mind was made up, didn’t say anything more, but the fear in her
eyes hadn’t toded.
I knew she was likely thinking about the torment she experienced before her decis
previous life.
I had intended to ask Quinn Sue about the details of her post life with the Cock family bur seeing her reaction, I decided to hold my tongue for now.
Quinn Sue is strikingly beautiful on the outside, but timid and tearful on the inside–c classic
pushover.
1, on the other hand, appear delicate, but I’m actually decisive, courageous, and a fearless
Taekwondo expert.
Ten years ago, Quinn Sue came to live with us with her Stepmother. When my Stepmother secretly bullied me, she tearfully pleaded on my behalf. I didn’t acknowledge it outwardly, burt secretly accepted her as my sister.
I took advantage of being the family’s true heiress to make her life difficult at every turn, but
she never resented me for it.
She knows I protected her from our Stepmother’s scolding and whippings.
But everyone in our social circle thought we were mortal enemies.
In my past life, she listened to our Stepmother and schemed to steal my fiancé who supposedly had a mental illness. So, I retaliated by stealing hers.
Our weddings were on the same day.
After the wedding, her fiancé, Henry Zimmer, and I respected and supported each other. We lived a sweet life, and three months later, I became pregnant with twins.
I went to gloat, only to learn she’d died of a sudden heart attack.
I dug up her grave and saw her corpse, twisted and deformed beyond recognition.
I was about to report it to the police when I was stabbed in the back. Who killed me?
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