Chapter 1

I caused the death of my sister-in-law, making my brother hate me for 6 years.

During these 6 years, his most frequent words to me were "go die."

He spared no effort in humiliating me and even adopted a sister right in front of me.

He allowed this sister to bully me, made me kneel on broken glass for photos,

and even forced me, already in the late stages of stomach cancer, to drink 9 full bottles of vodka before stripping naked to dance for her birthday celebration.

I didn't resist.

Until the last day of my life, I gave my death as a birthday gift to my brother.

Brother, can you forgive me this time?

"Aria Night, have you lost your mind?" My best friend Jasmine's choked sobs echoed through the hospital room. "You only have 3 days left to live, yet you're telling me you're going to find the people who killed your sister-in-law?"

"Your brother is just a despicable coward. How could he blame you for what happened back then?!"

Hearing Jasmine's outburst, I struggled to sit up on the hospital bed, fighting against the excruciating pain. I managed a weak smile.

"Don't blame him. From beginning to end, I was the one at fault."

My brother had hated me for 6 years because I caused the death of my sister-in-law, Sophia Evans.

She was my brother's first love. They had a great relationship and never argued. Sophia was very gentle. Every time we met, she would buy me lots of gifts, keep me company, help me study, play games with me, watch movies, and go shopping together.

The phrase she repeated most often was: "Our little Aria is the gift Ethan gave me, the best girl in the world~"

I also felt that Sophia was the gift my brother had given me, the best sister-in-law in the world.

But I caused the death of the world's best sister-in-law.

On my brother's birthday, it was a cold, rainy night. Sophia accompanied me to buy the Lego set my brother had always wanted. To surprise him when he got home from work, I took Sophia through a shortcut, a small alley I often used.

I don't remember what happened next.

I only remember waking up in the hospital, where my brother slapped me 12 times. I'll never forget his bloodshot eyes that day, filled with hatred and pain:

"Aria Night, are you even human? Why did you do this to her?"

"Sophia loved you so much, how could you be so heartless? You knew she was afraid of the dark!"

That's when I realized I hadn't been mistaken – there were 12 drunk men in that alley. When they saw us, they had evil intentions and rushed at us. I was knocked unconscious, but Sophia, to protect me, offered herself to them, begging them to let me go.

But those beasts, after abusing her, stabbed her 33 times. Her thigh bone was brutally broken, and the tears in her lower body couldn't even be stitched up.

That night, I knelt in the morgue, staring at Sophia's body, unable to process what had happened.

After that, my brother changed completely. He started drinking heavily and rarely came home. He used to dote on me the most, but now, the things he said to me most often were:

"Aria Night, why haven't you gone to hell yet? If you go to hell, Sophia can rest peacefully in heaven!"

"Aria Night, do you know that Sophia couldn't even close her eyes when she died?"

"Don't you hear her crying in your nightmares? How dare you still live until now?"

Yes, it was my fault. If Sophia hadn't accompanied me that day, I wouldn't have taken the shortcut home, and we wouldn't have encountered those men. My brother's hatred was justified. I deserved it.

The long-term guilt and remorse led me to develop severe depression, but I didn't dare to die. I hadn't found the gang that killed Sophia yet. Only after finding them would I have the courage to face my sister-in-law.

Half a month ago, the private investigator I hired finally got back to me: Those 12 men had committed crimes elsewhere and were now hiding in B City.

Coincidentally, half a month ago, I was also diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer. This was the last chance given to me by fate. I had to personally avenge Sophia, give my brother closure, and do right by my sister-in-law. Once this was done, I could finally be at peace.