Chapter 3

I was packing in my own home when I didn't realize that Dylan's sister had barged right in.

"My brother finally figured out how someone like you deserves my brother."

"This is my house, please get out."

I didn't want to tangle with her, but she wouldn't relent.

"I've come to get my brother's stuff back, and even if I don't want it, I can't cheapen it for you bitch."

I put down what I was holding and watched as she cursed and rummaged around for anything of value.

I remember that at this point in time, she would be in the middle of being cheated on by a man, just when she was short of money.

In her last life she also pushed me on purpose to get me a miscarriage a few months shortly after, and kept urging her brother to break up with me to set up Dylan and Kimberly, because only a rich guy like Kimberly could fill those debts of her boyfriend.

Dylan at the time was adamant about choosing me, but it didn't stop his sister from making heaven and earth.

It's funny to think that even though he knew that my miscarriage was because of his sister, he advised me to just get over it, after all, we have to be a family in the future.

A family? What family? They're just a bunch of underprivileged wolves.

Several of Dylan's designer clothes and watches were taken.

His sister was cursing me before she left:

"Look at what a miserable life my brother has had with you, my brother is really unlucky to have gotten into such a bad luck like you."

At that, I slapped her across the face:

"Heather, I used to leave you alone because you're Dylan's sister, but now you don't take it too far."

Heather was furious and tried to rush up and hit me when I opened my mouth directly:

"Do you believe me when I tell your mom about you stealing money from the family to give to your boyfriend?"

"Don't you ...... you dare! My mom won't believe you."

"Oh? Want to bet?"

Heather didn't dare gamble because she knew Duan's mother was already suspicious.

Heather left and I continued to pack my things, ridiculously large house, and I didn't want to move anything.

I remembered that in my last life I told Mrs. Marshall about Heather having a boyfriend, so Heather held a grudge against me for the rest of her life.

In this life I'd like to see what kind of ending she'll have with her little boyfriend when no one cares about her.