The Drifter's Memoir of a Second Life
That was how she had always been—two-faced, in this life and the last.
In front of Harry and our parents, she was always the kind and understanding baby sister, while she bullied me and insulted me endlessly ruthlessly in private.
She would break Wanda's favorite vase and tear Harry's important work documents into pieces.
After that, she would cry hysterically and blame it on me.
Not once was I allowed to defend myself, while my parents and Harry would punish me in terrible ways at every turn.
But now, none of it mattered—after my reincarnation, I no longer cared about such laughable cheap tricks.