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Rebirth: A Sister's Betrayal

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 718    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

eo, their faces a mix of worry and misguided love. I didn't ar

e. It wasn't. It was the quiet before

et her own irresponsibility destroy her. I just needed to give it the right push. The first step was simple: find the

I remembered. Emily treated her "confinement"

glass of water? Make sur

g. Can you go check on him

cy place downtown. Can you and Dad go get it

anded expensive supplements, new clothes because her old ones didn't fi

, my response

not even looking

y?" she' d scree

o. Get it

om! Dad! Sarah' s being mean to me! I just had a baby, and s

er side. They' d glare at me, disappointed, be

e compassion," my mother would whisper to

hem run themselves ragged

ange diapers and prepare bottles. The dark circles under his eyes became permanent fixtures. My mother, who was supposed to be enjoying her retir

blankly at a pot of water that had long since boiled ov

I sai

ed. "Oh, Sarah. I

," I said, stat

der than I remember. Leo is... a handful. And E

alked over and turned off the stove. "She' s in her ro

"That' s not true.

firm. "She' s using you. She' s using your love for her to get out of being

in her wall of denial. "I don' t know, Sarah. I jus

f real sympathy for her. They were victims of Emily'

in. The seeds of doubt were planted. N

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“The sound of the front door opening was a nightmare come true-my younger sister, Emily, stood there, not alone, but holding a baby in a cheap pink blanket. "Surprise! Meet Leo. He' s the newest addition to the Miller family legacy," she announced, her voice sickeningly carefree, echoing the very words that had derailed my life in a past I' d already lived. My blood ran cold; this exact moment, this casual act of irresponsibility, had led directly to my death before. My parents, blinded by affection, embraced the child and Emily' s monstrous lie, turning their backs on my desperate pleas for reason. Consumed by a terrible sense of déjà vu, I remembered the blinding pain, the darkness that consumed me when Emily, armed with one of my own sculptures, ended my previous life for simply asking her to be responsible. But this time, I wouldn't be the martyr-this time, the cycle would break, and Emily would pay.'”
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