LOGINMy younger sister was crazy about novels and always envied the way ordinary heroines pick up penniless heroes and climb the social ladder. So, she started picking up men wherever she could. Until one day, a man with a face covered in sores collapsed at our doorstep. I instantly recognized the signs of syphilis and warned my sister repeatedly, and only then did she give up the idea. However, fate had other plans: my sister's best friend "picked him up" instead and married into a wealthy family. My sister held a grudge. On my birthday, she locked me in my room and set it on fire. No matter how desperately I begged, she refused to open the door. Outside, she sneered: "I know you're just scared I'll live better than you, so you want to drag me down into misery with you. People like you don't even deserve to be a sister!" I burned alive, my body reduced to nothing but ashes. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister insisted on "picking up that man." This time, I quietly stepped back, letting her have her way—of course, I chose to let her succeed.
View MoreA week later, as I was getting ready to sell the old house, I found Silvia sitting on the doorstep.Surrounded by a cluster of cigarette butts, I wondered when she had picked up smoking and why she was there.Her face bore the marks of her healed scars and new bruises, likely from a debt collector's fists. When she heard me approach, she looked up, her eyes shadowed with bruises. "Joanna, I was wrong, I really was. Please, can I stay with you?" she implored. It was the first time in my two lifetimes I heard Silvia ask for anything with such desperation.I felt almost nothing inside; the urgency to hear her apologize had long since faded."I'm going to sell the house. Stay away from here from now on."I reached for the door, but a tug at my clothes stopped me. I glanced back, annoyed, to find Silvia, her face streaked with tears."Joanna, I had that dream again. I should've known all along, you've been the only one who's ever truly cared for me. I won't hurt you again, I promise
The news was on, showing a local business update. There was Derrick, sharp in his suit, standing next to an older man with silver hair at some corporate event.The caption read, [Shaw Group's Chairman, with his son Derrick, stepping into the limelight for the first time...]On the screen, Derrick's once ravaged face had healed significantly after treatment. A layer of foundation made him look almost presentable as he offered a smile to the camera.Next to him was a young woman, her attire impeccable, her demeanor refined. The host introduced her as the heiress of a partner corporation.Silvia's gaze was fixed on the screen, her nails digging into her flesh, leaving behind bloody crescents.Her body trembled with a mix of rage and despair.As the scene on the television faded, she whipped her head around to face me, her eyes red and raw, her voice as coarse as sandpaper."You... You knew all along this would happen, didn't you?"I held the medical file, my eyes calmly locking wi
Silvia's eyes followed Derrick's back, the spark in them snuffed out, leaving a desolate gray. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. Only her tears fell silently, mingling with the raw sores on her face, painting a picture of utter despair. I watched from the sidelines, my heart void of any triumph. There was only a profound sadness and a sense of the ridiculous. That was the social climb she had sought, even if it meant burning me alive, the 'perfect man' she had convinced herself she needed. "Let's get her into isolation and call in another doctor," I said to the nurse, my voice betraying none of my turmoil. However, then, Silvia clutched at my wrist, her once immaculate nails then broken and bare. "No, you're my sister. You have to cure me!" I let out a harsh laugh and shook off her grip. "And who do you think you are?" "I'm your sister! You have to save me! I don't trust anyone else!" Her eyes were wild, almost monstrous. I did not respond, just gestured to the n
Two days slipped by, and instead of celebrating Silvia's wedding, I found myself facing her in the emergency room.It was my third night back at the hospital after vacation, and the ER was in chaos. The sound of an ambulance siren grew louder, signaling an urgent case."Clear the way! We've got an emergency!"A nurse burst through with a stretcher.I automatically stepped up, ready to assess the situation, but froze when I saw the patient. Curled up, groaning in agony, with angry red patches and sores on her face and arms, was Silvia.Right behind her was Derrick, looking out of place in his crumpled, pricey suit. He wore a look of impatience and disgust, standing back as if afraid of catching something vile."Doctor! Where's the doctor? Someone see her now!" Derrick barked, his eyes darting around, avoiding Silvia's gaze.I slipped on a mask, pushing down the turmoil inside me, and approached with a professional demeanor."What's going on? Tell me about the symptoms."Silvia'












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