In the beginning, life was tough, but I would rather eat plain porridge myself to ensure that my sister had expensive, nutritious meals. Later on, I started a business with classmates from university and eventually, it succeeded, making me a young, wealthy woman.
In my previous life, I met my boyfriend only after I had achieved success. With the pressure from work, I often sought solace in bars, where Jeremy, with his high emotional intelligence and gentle, considerate nature, became a comfort to me.
Having never experienced love before, I quickly fell for Jeremy's "sweet talk" and paid off his debts and high-interest loans from his night job. I also brought him closer to my home in Yardley.
After marriage, I brought my sister to my new house, hoping for a harmonious life together as a family. I continued to take care of my sister with the same attentiveness as before, even though tasks like cleaning up after her could easily be handled by a nanny.
But out of guilt for my sister, I had been personally handling everything these years, thinking of it as a way to punish my reckless self from back then.
I believed I had done nothing wrong to Yara and Jeremy. However, I never expected that this pair of scoundrels would not only spend my money but also conspire to kill me and take all my assets. I was even more shocked to discover my sister's secret and my boyfriend’s betrayal in such an absurd way. The look in my so-called "gentle" boyfriend's eyes was full of the ruthlessness and madness of a gambler when he pushed me off the balcony.
This was the family I treated sincerely for twenty years and the boyfriend I loved deeply. With these thoughts, I looked at my sister lying in bed and smiled.
“Yara, why does the room smell so bad? You pooped on the bed again?"
Yara's face showed an expression of embarrassment upon hearing this. As I set the basin by my sister's bed, I moistened the towel, wrung it out and handed it to Yara.
Yara pretended to be paralyzed from the waist down, but her upper body was still functional. Since she had hands, she should clean her own waste. Seeing my actions, Yara's eyes were filled with surprise as she realized my intent. She said pitifully, "Yasmine, I can't move."
I stood up and helped her turn over. Instantly, the mess on her lower half was fully exposed, emitting a foul odor. I vomited immediately.