Chapter 003

EVELYN’S POV

The shrill sound of an alarm clock made me frown. I wondered if there were alarm clocks in the afterlife.

Make it stop, I mumbled under my breath, trying to open my eyes, which felt incredibly heavy.

I was afraid to open them, wondering if I had landed in hell. But if this was hell, why did it feel so warm and soft?

My eyes fluttered open, and I was welcomed by a white ceiling. I slowly looked around with a confused expression, wondering where I was. I tried to move into a sitting position but groaned when a sharp pain shot through my head.

Where am I? I thought, looking around the room, which appeared to be a hospital suite.

I glanced down at my hands and frowned in confusion. They were smoother, softer... not my hands.

While I was trying to process this, the door pushed open. A lady walked in, followed by a man dressed like a doctor.

“Oh my goodness, she's awake!” the lady exclaimed with a surprised expression and dashed toward me.

I panicked and flinched backward. “I'm sorry, but who are you?”

Almost immediately, the door pulled open again, and a man and a woman who seemed to be a couple walked in hand-in-hand.

“Thank goodness you're awake. We were worried sick,” the woman said with a sad expression that looked entirely fake.

I kept my confused expression. “Who are you?” I asked again.

They all shared a knowing look.

“What do you mean by that, Rosie? Don't you remember your own daddy?” the man asked, looking genuinely confused.

“Daddy? Rosie? Who is that?”

I felt like my head was about to explode. I couldn't understand why I was being referred to as someone else.

“Come on, Sis, stop joking around, please. We were all worried about you,” the young lady standing closer to me spoke.

I obviously had no idea what they were talking about.

“My name is Evelyn, and I have no idea who this Rosie is,” I mumbled, feeling the room spin.

“This is not funny anymore, Rosetta,” the older woman standing by the man spoke with a frown.

I couldn't seem to care about their reactions.

“Argh! Stop calling me that!” I half-yelled.

I yanked the IV needle out of my arm without hesitation and dashed toward the bathroom. I locked myself in and leaned against the door to catch my breath. That was when my eyes fell on the bathroom mirror.

My breath hitched.

I touched my face vaguely, trying to understand why I was looking at a stranger.

What the hell is this?! I screamed internally. I began touching my face and looking down at my entire body, ignoring the frantic knocks on the door.

While I was still trying to understand what was going on, my vision suddenly went black. When I “woke up” a second later, I found myself staring back at my reflection but the reflection wasn't moving. It was the alleged Rosetta.

“What is happening? Am I dead? Was I dreaming?” I asked, staring intensely at the reflection.

“You're being given a second chance to make things right,” the reflection mumbled.

“Why?”

“You can carry on living as Rosetta if you're able to stay alive and change the wheel of time,” she said.

I couldn't understand what any of that meant. “What do you mean?”

“Try surviving for a year as Rosetta, and you can continue living as this person forever.”

“What happened to my body?” I asked curiously, even though I already knew the answer.

“Evelyn is dead. Rosetta is saved,” she stated coldly.

My eyes fluttered as I clenched my fist angrily.

“Once you wake up, my memories will be transferred to you... Good luck,” she whispered.

I slowly opened my eyes and unhurriedly stood up from the bathroom floor. The vision was gone.

True to her words, I was instantly flooded with her memories. Everything I needed to know about the body I was in crashed into my mind.

“So, you were Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, huh?” I mumbled, staring at my new reflection.

Rosetta was involved in an accident after getting intoxicated by Ivy, her sister. Ivy had forced her to drive while drunk, leading to the accident that killed her.

I thought about how I was brutally discarded by the Organization just for wanting to know more about my family. Anger coursed through my entire body as I remembered that man's voice.

“I'm going to hunt you all down and make you pay for everything you've done,” I muttered, staring at my reflection with bloodshot eyes.

The banging on the door snapped me out of my thoughts.

I straightened up before unlocking the bathroom door. Sure enough, I found Ivy standing right in front of me with a worried expression. Unlike the old Rosetta, I could easily see through her facade.

“Are you okay? Mom and Dad are worried you might have done something to yourself in there,” she mumbled with a fragile voice.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“Says the person who tried to get me killed.” I shoved her aside and headed toward the bed.

She seemed flustered, her eyes widening in surprise.

“What do you mean, Rosie? You were the one who wanted to get drunk because you didn't want to get married to the Young Master,” she said loudly enough for Dad and Mom to hear.

Sure enough, "Dad’s" face contorted into a deep frown.

I simply got back into bed without paying any attention to them.

“What's this, huh? What game are you playing, pretending not to remember anything?” He was furious but was trying to control his anger.

I turned to the doctor and feigned being in pain, my voice cold.

“Doctor, tell them to leave.”