Chapter 1 Chapter 1

The day I decided to donate my body to science, my family gathered around my adopted sister, Hailey, celebrating her acceptance into a cutting-edge experimental treatment program. The one with brain cancer was supposed to be me. But Hailey used my husband Zane's position at the hospital to swap her healthy medical records with my terminal diagnosis, stealing the one chance I had to survive. And the worst part? Everyone cheered her on. The pain became too much. I fought to stay present, only to overhear the nurses whispering, "It's a good thing Dr. Zane secured that spot for Hailey. They said she only had three days left." So, in the last 72 hours of my life, I quietly let go of everything. When I gave Hailey the original manuscripts of my novels I had poured my heart and soul into, my father and brother gave me a satisfied smile. When Zane decided to grant Hailey her dying wish by marrying her, he handed me the divorce papers. I signed without a moment's hesitation. He sighed and praised me for finally being "so reasonable." And when I was the one who coaxed our daughter, Olivia, into calling Hailey "Mommy," Olivia gushed that her new mom was the best. "Don't worry," Zane soothed. "We're just keeping it safe for now. Once she's gone, it'll all come back to you." I gave Hailey everything I had, just like they wanted. So why, when they find out this was all Hailey's vicious lie, do they come crying, saying I'm the one they wanted all along? ... My body was tearing itself apart, the pain a phantom ache that was everywhere and nowhere all at once. With trembling hands, I fished out the last of my painkillers from my purse. Three days to live. Good. This should be just enough. The pill dissolved under my tongue, granting me a sliver of strength. I called a cab to the seaside villa. The moment I pushed open the door, I froze. Hailey was lying on the white sofa in the living room. My father was sitting beside her, peeling an apple, while my brother fluffed her pillow. I stood at the threshold, suddenly aware of how out of place I was. Just then, my phone rang. It was the donation center, calling to confirm the arrangements. Zane overheard and his brow furrowed. "Organ donation? Who for?" I managed a weak, bitter smile. "Me." The words had barely left my mouth when a dry, mocking laugh cut through the air. It was my brother, Ethan. "Done playing the victim, Clara?""If you're going to keep up this act, you shouldn't have bothered coming home at all." My father shot me a cold glare and tossed a broom at my feet. "We don't air our dirty laundry in public," he bit out. "I don't know where you get this spiteful streak, envying Hailey since you were kids. And now this? Fighting her for a spot in a clinical trial that could save her life?""If you have the energy to fake being sick, you have the energy to do something useful. Go sweep the floor.""What did I do to deserve a sister like you?" my brother sneered, pointing at me. "You should have left with Mom when you had the chance." Hailey, feigning weakness, shot me a taunting, triumphant smile the moment our father and brother looked away. I lowered my head and said nothing. I'd heard these words countless times. From my father and brother as a child, and later, from Zane. In their eyes, I was the jealous, vicious one. This time, Zane had gone so far as to bring Hailey here, to the seaside villa where our love story began. The old me would have burst into tears. I would have screamed, trying to expose Hailey's charade for everyone to see. Not that anyone ever believed a word I said. But now, I had no energy left. Besides, for a dying woman, none of it mattered anymore. "But since you're here, there's something I need to discuss with you," my father said. I gave a bitter smile. "Dad, I have something to tell you, too.""Hailey wants my publishing rights, doesn't she? I've thought it over. She can have them." My father and brother stared at me, stunned. Zane walked in at that moment, freezing when he heard my words. "Clara, are you serious? You're really agreeing to this?" I managed a faint smile and nodded. I couldn't blame them for their shock and repeated questions. Hailey had coveted my publishing rights for a long time. My father and brother had tried everything—cajoling, threatening—to get me to hand over the business I had worked so hard to build. To be precise, they had always wanted me to give everything I owned to my dear sister, Hailey, for free. But these novels were what my mother and I had poured our blood, sweat, and tears into, and I had never budged, no matter what they said. Now, however, none of it mattered anymore. I just felt like I was letting my mother down. Seeing I was serious, the worry etched on Zane's forehead eased. He stepped forward and wrapped me in a hug. "That's wonderful, Clara!""Thank you for doing this for Hailey.""Even though she's still in treatment, I know she'll do a great job with it." I pulled away from his embrace and handed the transfer agreement to Hailey. After Hailey signed it, my father and brother beamed, grabbing my hands and calling me a good girl over and over. A sense of absurdity washed over me. My husband, my father and brother—the people I loved most—would only smile at me when I gave in to Hailey. But I was also curious. When they finally saw Hailey for who she truly was, and when they discovered I was the one who was dead, would they feel any regret? The pain was starting to break through the medication's hold. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I turned and walked into the bedroom. When I woke up, our daughter, Olivia, was home from school. She was quietly sitting beside her father in the living room. Wasted away to skin and bones, my footsteps made no sound on the floorboards. They were so absorbed, they didn't notice me at all. Zane was on a video call with Hailey, explaining some surgical precautions and related medical details. Olivia listened attentively by his side, her eyes focused and obedient. "Before the surgery, try not to sneak any midnight snacks or sips, okay? We need you nice and empty for the operation because I want you at your best." It was ironic. I was on the verge of death, and only now did I see this patient, sharing side of my husband. I remembered asking him once for some professional medical knowledge I needed for a plot point in my new novel. And what had he said then? "Clara, those sentimental novels you write hardly require that level of scientific accuracy." He hadn't even bothered to look up from his work. He'd never read a single word I'd written, always dismissing it as a worthless hobby. At first, I tried not to let it bother me. I told myself I just needed to believe in my own work. But then came the day I saw Olivia standing on a stack of my published books, trying to reach a music box on a high shelf. "I'm getting it for Aunt Hailey," she'd said so innocently. In that moment, I felt a crushing sense of worthlessness. I had poured my heart and soul into this family, only to earn not a shred of respect. In the past, I might have become hysterical, but now, I just calmly walked past them and sat on the sofa, organizing the papers in my bag. Seeing my silence, Zane stopped playing. He paused for a moment, then walked over. "Clara, there's something I'd like to talk to you about today." Zane rubbed his nose, a nervous habit, and hesitated before speaking. "It's about your sister, Hailey." My heart sank as a terrible thought surfaced. The next second, Zane's words left me stunned. "Hailey's been so fragile these last few days. Your father and brother thought… well, they were hoping I'd marry her. To make her final wish of being a bride come true."

Chapter 2 Chapter 2

"We'll have to get a divorce first," Zane said, his voice devoid of any warmth. A high-pitched ringing filled my ears, and for a moment, it felt like my soul was being ripped from my body. It took a long time before I found my voice again. "So, that's what you wanted to tell me?" Zane wouldn't meet my eyes. He just let out a deep sigh. "Clara, I know Hailey isn't your biological sister, but your father adopted her. She's lived with you for so long. She's family.""It's just a formality. Fulfilling her final wish is the right thing to do.""Besides, even with the clinical trial, she doesn't have much time. Once she's gone, I'll still be your husband." Before I could even react, Olivia walked over and tugged on my sleeve. "Just think of it like a play, okay? For Aunt Hailey's dream." Her innocent, childish voice pierced my heart like a knife. I stared at the father and daughter before me. This man, who once held me so tight and promised to love me forever. This child, who once cuddled in my arms and called me Mommy. I had never betrayed anyone. Never hurt anyone. I tried so hard to be a good daughter, a good sister, a good wife, a good mother. I had given this family my all. I had nothing to be ashamed of. And now, the people closest to me were working together to strip me of everything. Love, family—to them, these were things that could be trampled on at will. But at this point, if Hailey wanted it all, she could have it. I didn't want any of it anymore. My lips were chapped, my throat tight, but I simply nodded. "Okay." Zane hadn't expected me to agree so easily. A flash of surprise, and even a hint of relief, crossed his eyes. "Are you serious?" He didn't waste a second. He pulled a folder from his briefcase and slapped it down on the coffee table in front of me. He'd had the divorce papers ready all along. I let out a derisive laugh. Dr. Zane Pierce, the top surgeon in the city. So eager to get a divorce that he couldn't even be bothered to pretend otherwise. For the last time, my signature flowed onto the paper, settling next to his. Zane watched me sign, his expression a complicated mix of relief, guilt, and a barely perceptible sense of liberation. "Clara," he said, his voice clear. "Honey, as soon as Hailey is gone, we'll get remarried. I swear, I'll make it up to you.""You've changed. You're so much more understanding now. I was too selfish before, always busy with work, never taking proper care of you.""When this is all over, I'll make it right." Olivia clapped her hands excitedly. "Mommy, you're the best! Does this mean I can call aunt Hailey 'Mommy' now?" That sentence shattered the last sliver of hope I had left. I had no expectations for this family anymore. Now, all I had to do was quietly wait for death. I stood up, hoping to find a moment of peace washing dishes in the kitchen. Just as I turned on the tap, a single, warm drop landed on the back of my hand. Blood. Bright red. I touched my nose, and my fingers came away stained crimson. The world tilted on its axis. A violent wave of dizziness crashed over me, and the floor rushed up to meet me before I could even reach for something to hold on to. In my last moment of consciousness, I saw Zane's panicked face. When I came to, I smelled dust. I was still lying on the cold floor. Zane's brow was furrowed, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. "Clara, are you doing this again?""The nosebleeds, the fainting… can't you stop being so childish? You don't have to do this just to get out of doing some housework." Olivia backed away, pinching her nose. "Mommy, we all know you're faking it! It's so lame how you're copying aunt Hailey." Zane knelt, his eyes full of disappointment. "Clara, just because we have to sign these papers doesn't mean you're not the one I love. You don't need to pull these little stunts to test me." I silently dabbed my nose with a tissue. The bleeding stopped quickly. And then I understood. The painkillers didn't just block the agony; they erased it, leaving me looking perfectly healthy on the outside. For these three days, I was like a normal person. Even if a symptom occasionally broke through, they would write it off as an emotional outburst. So, the painkillers were even more effective than I'd imagined. So effective, they would never suspect a thing. "I saw your pathology report. You're fine. Your father and brother took Hailey out for some air; I'm going to pick them up now." For a split second, Zane's expression wavered, but it passed as quickly as it came. I struggled to my feet, my knees weak but holding. "It was probably low blood sugar. I'm fine." I wiped my hands clean and looked at Zane. "When Hailey gets back," I said, a cold smile touching my lips, "I'm giving her the villa. So she can die happy."

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

When he heard what I said, Zane was so stunned he forgot to greet my father, brother, and Hailey, who were just returning. He rushed over and grabbed me, his face a picture of disbelief. "Clara, you're really giving Hailey the villa?" This confused me. They had always sided with Hailey, giving her whatever she wanted, as if they would pluck the stars from the sky for her. If I ever disagreed, they would never give me the time of day. So why was it that now, when I was giving Hailey the very villa that symbolized the purest days of my love with Zane, they were the ones who couldn't understand? My father and brother crowded around me. My father's hand landed on my shoulder, heavy enough to make me stagger. "Clara, I knew you were the kindest, most generous one!" he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Don't worry, we're just lending the house to Hailey for a little while. After she's gone…" My brother took Hailey's hand, his eyes glistening with tears. "Hailey, did you hear that? Clara is giving you the house, too. This is what families do—we help each other." Help each other? Dear Father and brother, do you really think Hailey would ever help me? You've never seen what lies beneath her false mask. Just like right now, sitting in her wheelchair, she gave me the middle finger, a triumphant smile on her face. Zane had his phone out in an instant. "John? Zane Pierce. I need you at the villa. Now. We're signing." He was so anxious, as if he expected me to back out at any second. The metallic taste of blood rose in my throat. I reached for the glass of water on the table, but my hand began to tremble violently. The glass slipped, shattering on the floor, sending shards flying everywhere. "Clara, why are you so clumsy? And you call yourself a writer? Look at you, hands trembling so badly you can barely hold a pen! Giving the publishing rights to Hailey is the best thing for them!" Ethan said with a frown. I stared at my trembling hands and finally, unable to stop myself, I looked at them. "Father, brother…" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "If it were me who was dying… would you even care?" But my brother just waved a dismissive hand. "You're just stressed lately. Relax! Look at you, you're perfectly healthy—you've got great color in your cheeks.""It's Hailey you should be worried about. Look how thin she's gotten. It just breaks your heart." As he spoke, my father stroked Hailey's head. "Exactly!" Olivia chimed in. "You're strong and healthy, Mommy. Aunt Hailey is the one who really needs to be taken care of!" Hearing Olivia echo their words, I stumbled. Zane must have thought I was about to cause a scene. "After you sign, you should get checked out at the hospital. I'll have one of the interns take a look." How ridiculous. A top surgeon, telling his wife to see an intern. It's alright. I won't be a bother to any of you for much longer. I turned to Olivia and said with a smile: "Olivia, since this villa is going to be for Aunt Hailey now, why don't you pick out a room for her?""Do you want the ocean-view master bedroom, or your room?" Olivia's eyes lit up with excitement. "Can I really choose?!" I gave her a faint smile. "Once you choose a room, you can be with Aunt Hailey every day. She can be with you all the time.""Think carefully about which one you want." Olivia jumped up and down. "I want the ocean-view master bedroom! It's the prettiest! You're the best, Mommy!" With that, she pulled her hand from mine and ran to Hailey. "Aunt Hailey, can we live in the ocean-view room from now on?" My father, brother, and Zane watched the scene, their faces beaming with approval. I turned and left, taking one last look back at them. My father and brother were with Hailey, doting on Olivia, while Zane stood by, a smile on his face. I wondered if he even remembered that he'd bought this house in the first place because I told him I wanted to live by the sea. "This way, Clara," he had said back then, his eyes overflowing with love, "you can see your beloved ocean every single day." But now, there was no trace of me left in his eyes. I closed the villa door and walked away. With only 24 hours left to live, I had nowhere to go. The damp, salty air of the Sound washed over my face. I boarded the ferry to the small island across Puget Sound. The dizziness was getting stronger, my vision blackening in waves. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. Before the darkness swallowed me whole, I fumbled in my purse for my phone. With my last shred of strength, I made one final call. Then everything went black. I knew no more.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4

The first thing I saw when I woke up was the water-stained ceiling. The air was thick with the sterile scent of disinfectant. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Six hours until I died. "Clara? Clara, honey, can you hear me?" A voice, both familiar and distant, pulled me back from the darkness. I struggled to turn my head, my gaze falling on a face I never thought I'd see again. It was my mom. She looked travel-worn, her eyes red-rimmed as she clutched my icy hand. My parents divorced when I was young. Mom was a brilliant scientist, and a top-secret project had taken her away—for what felt like an eternity. She wanted to take me with her. But on the day she was supposed to leave, my dad and brother clung to me, crying and begging me not to go, insisting our family couldn't survive without me. My heart broke for them, so I chose to stay. From that day on, the thought of my mom was a hollow ache in my chest—a constant, painful longing. She was the only person in the world who had ever truly loved me. I knew I shouldn't have pulled her away from such a critical phase of her work, but I had no one else left. "Damn it, Clara! How could you let this happen?" Mom's voice trembled, raw with a rage that felt hot enough to scald. "That bastard Zane, and your clueless father and brother! How could they let this happen to you?""Weren't you two always posting your perfect life on Instagram? And now the doctor is telling me you're dying? What the hell is going on?" I blinked weakly, a wave of profound sadness washing over me. She was right. I stayed for them, and they led me straight to hell. My throat was too raw to make a sound. With all the strength I could muster, I flicked my eyes toward the nightstand. Mom understood immediately. She opened my purse and, after a moment of searching, pulled out the legal documents. Her face turned to stone as she scanned the pages. Carefully, she put them away, the sorrow in her eyes a storm threatening to break. Three hours left. I'd refused all life-saving measures. Mom held up my phone. A new message from Hailey lit up the screen. In the photo, Hailey was snuggled into Zane's arms while my daughter, my dad, and my brother stood beside them. It was a professional family portrait, and they were all beaming. Below the photo was a string of texts: "Give it up, Clara. Everything you had is mine now.""Your publishing rights, your studio, your husband, your daughter. Even your family.""I even have your pathology report. LOL. Now you can die in peace! :)" Reading the texts, Mom's entire body began to tremble with fury. She bit her lip, trying to hold back tears, her grip on my hand tightening as if to pour her own life force into me. I let out a dry, bitter laugh that died in my throat. I had only two regrets in my life: not leaving with my mom, and introducing Hailey to my family. I first met Hailey at a young adult writers' conference. She'd just been called out for plagiarism, and she was a pariah. As she passed our table, I heard someone mutter, "There she is. The copycat." Another writer snickered. "I can't believe she even showed her face." Later, I saw a few established authors corner her by the coffee station. "So, which one of us are you planning to rip off for your next ‘masterpiece’?" one of them sneered. I was already getting some buzz for my debut novel, so when I stepped in, people listened. "That's enough," I said, my voice sharper than I intended. "Whatever mistakes she made, it doesn't give you the right to act like a pack of vultures." I bought her a coffee afterward, and she broke down, telling me she'd only done it because her family was broke and she was desperate for the prize money. I felt for her. I started helping her out with money, and after reading some of her original work, I saw a flicker of talent. It wasn't genius, but it wasn't worthless. I gave her notes, introduced her to my agent. After that, I was her only friend. I introduced her to my family. I invited her over for dinner. She was always so timid and sweet, constantly whispering, "Thank you, Clara." I felt so proud whenever someone complimented her on how far she'd come. Then, slowly, things started to feel… off. My friends began to drift away from me, suddenly treating Hailey like their new best friend. The boys who'd had crushes on me grew cold, fawning all over Hailey instead. Even my dad and brother started inviting her over more and more, eventually giving her her own room in our house. And I was stupid enough to think it was a good thing. I thought Hailey was finally becoming part of my life, that we could be real sisters. Until the day I overheard her on the phone, a venomous cackle in her voice: "You have no idea," she cackled, "that idiot Clara actually thinks I'm grateful.""She lectures me about 'finding my own voice,' as if her little stories are some kind of high art.""Just you wait. I'm not just going to be a better writer than her. I'm going to take her agent, her publisher, her fans—everything. I'm going to take her life and wear it better than she ever did." I stood frozen outside her door, a chill running down my spine. In that moment, I understood. The friendship I had so carefully built, the kindness I had taken such pride in—it was all just a joke to her. I thought I could drive Hailey away. I thought I could make my family and Zane see her for who she truly was. But I was too naive. I had underestimated Hailey's cunning. I was completely blind to how deep my own family—Zane, my father, my brother, and even my daughter, Olivia—had fallen under her spell. I lost. Utterly and completely. Nine minutes until I died. My consciousness was fading, my vision blurring at the edges. But I could still see the screen of my own phone in Mom's hand. New texts from Dad were lighting it up. He clearly had no idea she was here, or that I was dying. [Clara, we painted your old room pink. It's Hailey's favorite color!] [Also, Hailey wants to switch to a more comfortable keyboard for typing, so we're giving her yours. It's not like you use it anymore, right?] Even on my deathbed, all my father and brother cared about was making Hailey happy. To them, I wasn't a daughter or a sister anymore. Just an obstacle to Hailey's happiness, a resource to be stripped bare for her benefit. Only then did I fully understand how foolish I had been. I had given up the one person in the world who truly loved me, all for a family that was rotten to the core. I could vaguely hear my mom's voice in my ear, screaming my name. She was always so strong, but now she was sobbing like a child. It was no use. The words were just noise. I couldn't make them out. These last few years… I've been so, so tired. But holding Mom's hand in my final moments… at least I had this. Finally… I can rest… January 26. Death certificate issued: Bainbridge Island Clinic. Name: Clara Vance. Age: 29. Vance. Not Clara Pierce. This time, I was finally just my mother's daughter. I wrote worlds full of happy endings for my characters, a kindness life never afforded me. But in the end, like them, I found my freedom.