Part 1After Destroying Me, Their Rebirth Drove Them Insane

I live in a novel.

My sister is the tragic heroine.

To save her life, my family traveled back ten years in time, determined to protect her at all costs.

The price? Destroying me.

My career was ruined for her.

My husband was stolen by her.

My child died because of her.

And in the end, to save her, they handed me over to her deranged admirer, who stabbed me until I was left mutilated and broken.

Later, I was tortured to death by the housekeeper.

Only then did they realize their mistake.

They went mad trying to find traces of my existence, driven by regret.

The metallic scent of blood filled my nose.

I pushed the door open and froze.

My Samoyed, Coco, lay on the floor, barely breathing, blood pooling around her.

My mind went blank.

I turned to the man holding the knife—my father.

"Dad! What are you doing?!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

But he ignored me, his gaze fixed on Coco. Before I could stop him, he plunged the knife deep into her belly.

Then, with a brutal motion, he dragged the blade upward, leaving her mutilated beyond recognition.

I collapsed to the floor, cradling Coco as her faint whimpers filled the room.

She looked up at me, her eyes full of pain, but still tried to wag her tail, as if to comfort me one last time.

Then, she went still.

"Not in her stomach?" my sister's airy voice drifted over. "I thought she swallowed my ring."

My father, unfazed, tossed the knife aside and reached into Coco's open belly, still searching.

"Stop!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. "She's just a dog! How could you do this to her?!"

My sister, startled by my outburst, shrank back, tears welling in her eyes. She clung to my husband, Jason, for comfort.

"I was just desperate to find my ring..." she murmured pitifully.

Jason wrapped his arm around her, frowning at me.

"It's just a dog," he said dismissively. "I'll buy you another one."

His words stabbed at my chest.

Tears streamed down my face as I tried to speak, but my father cut me off.

"Enough," he said, his tone cold and commanding, a far cry from the man who once doted on me.

"Enough."

That's all they ever said to me since they came back from ten years in the future.

Since then, they'd lavished my sister with unconditional love and affection, while I was told to step aside, again and again.

Jason, still holding my sister, frowned as he watched her cry. He let out a sigh and walked toward me.

"Your ring," he said, holding out his hand.

I stared at him, confused and frozen.

Before I could react, he slid my wedding ring off my finger.

Turning back to my sister, he pressed it into her hand.

"This ring might not compare to yours," he said gently, "but at least it's something to keep you company."

She looked up at him, her tears quickly replaced with a smile.

"Jason, you're so good to me," she whispered.

I stared at them in disbelief.

I scrambled to my feet, reaching for the ring, my hands still stained with Coco's blood.

But before I could grab it, my bloodied hands brushed against my sister's white dress, leaving crimson smears on the fabric.

Jason immediately shoved me away, his eyes filled with annoyance.

"Stop it," he said. "I'll take you to pick out a new ring tomorrow, okay?"

I bit my lip until I tasted blood, my heart shattering into pieces.

Still, I wouldn't back down. I reached for the ring again, only to feel the sting of my father's palm across my face.

"You're being ridiculous!" he snapped.

The sharp pain burned on my cheek as I staggered back.

And then, just like that, my father threw me and Coco out of the house.

The rain poured down in torrents, washing over me and the lifeless body of my dog.

I clung to her, sobbing uncontrollably.

A small hand tugged at my sleeve.

"Mommy?"

I looked up to see my son, only six or seven years old, staring at me with wide, worried eyes.

But before I could respond, my father appeared behind him.

Without a word, he grabbed my son by the arm and dragged him back inside.

"Your mother needs to be punished for what she's done," he said sternly. "You're not going to stand out here and get sick because of her."

My son kicked and screamed, crying for me as he was pulled inside.

I lunged forward, trying to reach him, but the door slammed shut in my face.

The cold rain mixed with the blood on my hands, and I sank to the ground, choking on my sobs.