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Book 2 I Died On My Sister’s Wedding Day
After enduring a whole night of torture and facing a violent death, I finally died in the relentless, gloomy rain of that fateful night.
Cold rain struck my shattered body, while the smell of damp earth filled my broken nose.
With the current, my body drifted away in all directions.
At the very moment of my death, my beloved sister was joyfully preparing for her morning wedding.
The river carried me far from my birthplace; my soul, pulled apart and scattered, drifted uncontrollably to her ceremony.
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She wore the wedding dress that once belonged to me, sitting obediently before a mirror, allowing the stylist to work on her appearance.
Outside the door stood family and friends, pretending to be the kindest souls on earth, unwilling to let her feel alone. They had risen early just to witness her being taken away by the groom.
And nearby, my dear mother.
She furrowed her brow seriously, cursing loudly without a care for her image.
“Where’s that little slut Kelly? Doesn’t she even care to attend her sister’s wedding? I’ve never seen anyone so shameless! How could she do this to her own family?”
My brother frowned as he looked at the
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message I had sent him. His face showed no other expression.
I moved closer and saw the message I had managed to send during my torment, seizing a moment when those thugs weren’t watching. Despite the searing pain, I’d typed out just two words: Help me.
At that time, my mind was foggy, and blood clouded my vision. I’d tapped my phone randomly, unaware of who I was sending it
- to.
It turned out I’d sent it to my dear brother.
How could sending him a message save me?
Even God didn’t want me to survive.
He held his phone, reading the message, and after a long pause, finally typed out a few
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lines.
“What trick are you playing now? I’m warning you–today is your sister’s wedding, and you must get here within half an hour.”
After a long while, seeing that I didn’t reply, he sent another message.
“No matter what grudge you hold, you must attend your sister’s wedding today, or don’t ever come home again!”
Outside, my father stared at the steady drizzle through the window, exhaling a ring of smoke.
“She’s really gone too far this time. Allen, tell her that if she doesn’t show up for Sarah’s wedding, we’ll disown her. She can fend for herself from now on!”
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Yes.
When have you ever truly treated me like your own daughter?
I floated above them, watching the family’s intimate scene inside, and found it all absurd.
Ever since Sarah was adopted, when have any of you treated me as if I were your real daughter?
Chapter Two
