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I had stepped into the legendary Antique Emporium of Fate and bartered away my ability to love in exchange for a fresh start at life. Watching my parents bring their adopted daughter through the front door once again, I felt none of the wild fury that had destroyed me in my past existence. In this life, I no longer cared about my parents' indifference, my brother's bitterness, or my fiancé's treachery. I assumed this was exactly what they had always wanted, so why were they clinging to me now, sobbing uncontrollably? *** "Evelyn, what are you daydreaming about? Your new sister is almost here. Let's go downstairs and greet her." Hearing my old name after all this time made me go still. No one had called me that in six or seven years. I turned to face my older brother, Liam Sterling. Sure enough, he had returned to his twelve-year-old self. He stood there in a crisp suit, his eyes bright with excitement as he looked down the stairs, linking his arm through mine. My gaze fell to his long, clean fingers. And all I could picture was the sharp red mark that same hand would leave across my cheek years later when he struck me. Frowning, I pulled my arm free. Liam's smile faltered, and he stared at me, puzzled. "Evie, is something wrong?" he asked. Before I could answer, the front door swung open, and our parents' voices floated up the staircase. "Liam! Evie! Come down! We've brought Amelia home." Liam's face lit up. Without sparing me another glance, he dashed down the stairs by himself. I remained at the top of the stairs, watching the happy family of four below. Then I placed a hand over my chest. Oddly enough, all I sensed was a mild, prickling sensation. That sharp, unbearable ache that used to tear through me was entirely absent. Liam and I were twins. For the first twelve years of our lives, we had been the only children in the family. Having both a son and a daughter was seen as a huge blessing, so our parents and relatives spoiled us endlessly. Even though Liam was only two hours older, he played the perfect protective older brother, always indulging me, always giving in, spoiling me without limits. Someone once joked to my dad, "With your daughter's terrible attitude, it's a good thing she got engaged to Benjamin so early. Otherwise, I doubt anyone would want to marry her when she grows up." My dad had immediately frowned. "My daughter wasn't born just to be married off," he snapped. "Even if she never marries, she can stay at home her whole life. I can more than afford to take care of her." Mom and Liam said nothing, but after that, they only spoiled me more, showering me with even greater affection and more extravagant gifts. Back then, a six-hundred-thousand-dollar emerald bracelet was just a routine birthday present. It was also the last birthday present they ever gave me. When I was twelve, one of my dad's old Army friends passed away from illness. Before he died, he entrusted his only daughter, Amelia, to my dad's care. That girl became my adopted sister. From that day forward, my family gradually stopped spoiling me, trusting me, and even paying attention to me. I admit that I hated her. And I was jealous of her. I hated that she only had to cry a single tear to send my entire family into a panic, rushing over to comfort her. I hated how, bit by bit, she took everything that had once belonged to me. I grew more and more obsessive and paranoid. My temper got worse and worse, my behavior spinning completely out of control. The breaking point finally came at my eighteenth birthday party. I walked into the garden—and saw her kissing my fiancé, Benjamin Cross. I completely lost it, confronting my parents, my brother, and the man I loved. "Why are you doing this to me?" I screamed. But they just stared back at me with matching looks of deep disappointment. "Do you hear yourself? You sound like a maniac." I started laughing until tears rolled down my face. A crushing pain exploded in my chest, making my whole body shake. I grabbed a knife and lunged at Amelia, but Liam kicked me backward, sending me crashing into a rosebush covered in sharp thorns. They all crowded around Amelia, shielding her and coaxing her to stop crying. No one seemed to care that the "weapon" in my hand was just a plastic cake cutter. Later, my parents had me committed to a psychiatric hospital, insisting I was mentally unstable. Liam's kick must have caused internal injuries, because I couldn't stop coughing up blood. I begged the doctors over and over to call my parents, but they never answered. Finally, after one last round of electroshock therapy, my body gave out, and I died. That was when I found the legendary Antique Emporium of Fate. There, I traded away all my emotions and my ability to love for a chance to start my life over. Chapter 02 “Evelyn, come downstairs! Haven’t you been waiting to meet Amelia?” My mother stood at the front door, holding Amelia’s hand, smiling and waving me over. Amelia looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes, offering a sweet, polite greeting. I felt absolutely nothing. I simply turned around and walked straight back to my room, leaving them standing in the living room, exchanging bewildered glances. I heard my father let out a long, weary sigh. “What’s her problem now? Who upset her?” “Maybe she just needs time to adjust to having a little sister,” my mother said, her voice laced with forced cheerfulness. “It’s fine. I’ll talk to her later.” “Mom, Dad?” Amelia’s voice quivered with perfect vulnerability. “Does Evelyn hate me?” Before my parents could even respond, Liam jumped in. “No, Evelyn just has a bad temper, but she’s not a mean person. Don’t cry—I’ll talk to her for you in a bit.” My parents sounded so proud. “You’re always so mature, Liam. Make sure you look after Amelia.” Their laughter drifted down the hallway and seeped into my room. It was a harsh reminder of how terrible the soundproofing in this house was. I hated it. They were so loud. I got up and started taking stock of my belongings. It had been so long that I honestly couldn’t remember what I’d even owned at twelve years old. Looking around now, I realized I had an absurd amount of expensive things. No wonder Amelia had wanted to take everything I had. Even looking back as an adult, I felt a pang of envy for what I used to have. I scooped the jewelry off my vanity and shoved it into my backpack. If I didn’t hide it now, Amelia would just find an excuse to claim it for herself later. I stared down at a delicate emerald bracelet in my hand. In my previous life, this was the bracelet Amelia had broken. It was the first time I ever slapped her. She had cowered behind my bedroom door, eyes brimming with tears, acting so victimized it would have seemed like I was the one who broke her bracelet. “Evelyn, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to,” she’d cried. “I’ve just never had anything this nice before. I only wanted to look at it, and it slipped.” Then the wailing had started, drawing my parents and Liam straight to my room. It was the first time I’d ever lost control and hit someone, and the first time my father ever grounded me. Amelia had clung to my mother’s leg, sobbing hysterically—but she still managed to find a split second to look up and shoot me a smug little smirk. I had pointed right at her, desperate to call out her lie, but Liam shoved me hard back into my room. “Have a little sympathy, Evelyn,” he’d snapped. “Amelia’s had a hard life. How can you be mean to her? It’s just a bracelet. You have plenty of them. What’s the big deal if you let her have it?” I had clenched my jaw, fighting back the lump of tears in my throat. Just a bracelet? It wasn’t. Liam had bought me that birthday gift using the prize money from his very first design competition. Yet he’d completely forgotten all about it. After that year, I never got another birthday present. Even the steady stream of toys, clothes, and jewelry that used to fill my room got rerouted to Amelia’s. And it was all because she’d cry, “The kids at school make fun of me. They say I’m too skinny and messy, and I don’t have any style—not polished and well-dressed like Evelyn.” She was lying. It was actually Liam who had helped her turn the entire class against me. He knew exactly what was happening, yet he never said a single word in my defense. He just stood by and watched our parents grow more and more disappointed in me, clearly playing favorites with their newly adopted daughter and her tragic backstory. I was just finishing packing my stuff when a soft knock finally came at my door. “Evelyn? Sweetheart, it’s time for dinner.” Mom’s voice was overly soft, thick with patience. I didn’t answer. I just opened the door and let her take my hand, letting her lead me down to the dining room. Amelia was already sitting in my usual seat, looking like a total bundle of nerves. Dad and Liam were hovering, busy piling food onto her plate. I turned to Mom. “Am I supposed to sit on the floor?” The room froze. 💗💗 Click to Read on👉👉

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