Living My Sister’s Life for Revenge

"Sis, have you really thought this through? What will happen to him if you’re gone?"

Stacey Elder gazed at the frail figure on the bed. It was her twin sister, Macey, who had been ravaged by years of overwork and an irregular lifestyle. The toll had been devastating—her body succumbed to cancer, and now, she was on the brink of death.

Holding Macey's cold, trembling hand, Stacy whispered, "Macey, remember, from this moment onward, there’s no Stacey Elder in this world—only Macey Elder."

As for Pat Taylor? Why should she care for him anymore?

Macey struggled to speak, but the electrocardiogram beside her began to spike erratically. Moments later, it flattened into a chilling straight line.

The day had come.

When Stacy received her sister’s death certificate, every major news outlet in Canada buzzed with headlines: Pat Taylor was reportedly driven mad.

——

Just a week earlier, Stacy had made a desperate, life-altering decision.

She switched identities with her sister, replacing "Macey" on all official documents with "Stacy." From that day forward, she chose to live as her sister.

Macey’s tear-streaked face showed both pain and acceptance as she listened to Stacy’s decision. Her voice was barely audible. "I’ve always known you were strong, but you let me lean on you. For years, you’ve borne so much. Now, it’s your turn. Fulfill my final wish, and I’ll go in peace."

"Macey, thank you," Stacy said, her voice breaking.

Macey mustered the faintest smile and nodded weakly before falling asleep again. Her face, though serene, bore a terrifying stillness.

The doctors said she had no more than a week left.

The following day, Stacy made all the necessary arrangements. She even reached out to Macey’s mentor, who was overseas.

"Macey, have you really recovered from your illness?" the mentor asked skeptically. "The rigorous foundation training program isn’t just about going abroad—it’s about dedicating your youth to the nation."

Without hesitation, Stacy replied firmly, "I understand. I’m in excellent health now, and it would be my greatest honor to serve the motherland."

The mentor chuckled softly but sighed deeply, marveling at the resilience of the young woman who, at just 23, had endured so much.

Stacy sensed his concern and reassured him, "Please trust me, Teacher. I can handle everything."

"And your family? Are they on board?"

"Of course," Stacy replied, masking her grief. Soon, she would have no family left to consult.

After Macey’s diagnosis, Stacy had wrestled with despair. What purpose did life hold for someone who was about to become an orphan? But Macey’s dream had remained unfinished.

Macey once said, that there are always those willing to chase the stars and cross the oceans for love, undeterred by hardship.

Stacy resolved to live for her sister.

Once Macey’s affairs were settled, Stacy turned her focus entirely to studying and completing the identity change process.

Then, a cold, curt text message disrupted her concentration:

[Come out.]

It was followed by a location pin.

The message was from Pat, the first in over a month. Of course, he was causing trouble again.

By now, whether Pat cared for her or not no longer mattered. Five years of her life had failed to move his heart. She was done trying.

The Taylor family, one of Canada’s wealthiest and most influential clans, had always been steeped in power. Pat’s father was a titan in the business world, and their name carried immense weight.

Five years ago, Stacy’s mother was murdered, embroiled in a lawsuit connected to the Taylor family. Her father, taking the fall for another, died tragically in prison.

Afterward, Stacy was brought to Canada by Alfonso Taylor, Pat's grandfather. At first, the Taylor family treated her kindly, out of respect for the old man. But everything changed when he passed away two years ago.

It became clear that Pat’s past tenderness was nothing but a facade.

Bit by bit, Stacy’s hope and affection for him withered away, leaving only disappointment in their wake.