That night, my brother was burning up after taking the traditional medicine. His scorching breath brushed my ear, making it flush red.
Gripping my waist tightly, he leaned in, his teeth grazing the side of my neck.
"Help me..." he pleaded, voice hoarse with desperation.
My fingers trembled as I began unbuttoning my blouse—but just as I looked up, I met a pair of tear-filled eyes standing outside the door.
It was her. His precious first love.
Three days later, a woman in a wedding dress was fished out of the river.
There was still an unborn child in her womb—what should have been my brother’s first child.
On the night of his wedding, he loosened his tie and sneered at me coldly. "Are you satisfied now?"
After that night, for thirty years, I held the title of Mrs. Anderson on paper only.
We shared a bed, but he always slept with his back turned to me—never once touching me, not even his fingertips.
I lived like a widow for thirty years until I died.
As I lay on my deathbed, his fingers brushed across my face, but his voice was colder than ice. "Our debt is paid."
"In the next life, don’t ever let me meet you again."
When I took my final breath and closed my eyes... I woke up again.
Back to that night.
This time, I clutched my blouse tightly to my chest.
Before he could lose control, I shoved her—his first love—into the room instead.
——
"Darlene... help me..."
Benjamin’s ragged breathing brushed my ear, thick with desire. His burning hand clutched my waist, pressing me tightly against the door.
“Darlene...” His voice trembled, his teeth gently biting my earlobe.
In our past lives, this was where I degraded myself.
Benjamin was adopted by my parents.
From childhood, he adored and protected me like no one else.
Seeing him suffering like that... I lost my mind and started unbuttoning my shirt.
And that’s when I met Laica’s tearful gaze outside the door.
Three days later, she died—wearing her wedding dress, carrying his unborn child.
From then on, Benjamin hated me with every fiber of his being.
This time, I shoved him away. He stumbled back, stunned.
“Brother, I’ll get you some water.”
When I opened the door, Laica was right there.
In my past life, I was such a fool. I thought she was some gentle, innocent white lotus.
But if she were really that innocent, how could she show up at just the right moment?
"Perfect timing," I said coldly.
“What do you mean?” A flicker of panic flashed through her eyes.
I didn’t bother playing nice. I grabbed her arm and shoved her into the room.
"Your beloved first love is here. You two enjoy yourselves."
Bang! I slammed the door shut.
But the very next second—it flew open with a loud crash.
Benjamin hadn’t touched her. Instead, he spun around and punched the wall mirror, shattering it instantly.
Shards of glass tore across his arm, blood gushing out.
He had to hurt himself—just to stay sane.
With eyes red with fury, he stared at me like he wanted to devour me alive.
This wasn’t the same Benjamin from a moment ago.
"Darlene, you’re vicious!" he roared.
"She’s pregnant with my child!"
"Did you shove her in there just to kill my son?!"
How... how did he know?
In my past life, he didn’t know at this point!
Thunder roared in my mind, and an absurd, terrifying thought struck me—
Did he... come back too?
“Darlene!” Benjamin growled, teeth clenched. “Why didn’t I realize before how cruel you really are?!”
He stood towering in front of me, eyes filled with contempt. “A month from now, I’m marrying Laica.”
“From now on, you better recognize your place.”
“What place?” I looked up at him.
“You’re my sister.”
“We may not be related by blood—but you called me ‘Brother’.”
“So for the rest of your life, you’ll never be anything but my little sister.”
