I Gave My Luna Title to My Sister, Now She Regrets It
The moment our yacht capsized, my childhood friend, Eric, tightly gripped my hand.
But I shoved him toward my sister, Lily, and let myself sink into the freezing ocean.
In my past life, Eric chose to save me. Lily drowned, her body lost to the sea forever.
Though Eric mated with me, he hid a bitter resentment behind a mask of indifference, subjecting me to endless torment.
“If it weren’t for you, Lily wouldn’t have died!” he would sneer.
Broken by his cruelty, I spiraled into severe depression and died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that sinking yacht. Without hesitation, I gave the chance of survival to Lily, stepping aside to let them be together.
But I didn’t die.
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