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In a world torn apart by family betrayal and the haunting echoes of the past, Sharon finds herself trapped in a bitter rivalry with her sister, Sheryl. Once inseparable, their bond has transformed into a battlefield fueled by resentment and jealousy. After a life of hardship and sacrifice, Sharon is determined to reclaim her identity, but Sheryl's return threatens to unravel everything she has built.
As Sheryl rises to power, her first act is a ruthless assault on Sharon's art, the only refuge she has left. With each confrontation, the wounds of their shared history resurface, igniting a fierce struggle for survival. What will it take for Sharon to finally stand her ground? Will the paintings that represent her final gift become the very weapons in this deadly game?
In a haunting twist of fate, Sharon's past reveals itself through her art, exposing secrets that could either mend their shattered relationship or drive them further apart. As the stakes escalate, both sisters must confront the ghosts of their shared history. Can they find a way back to each other, or are they destined to be enemies forever?
You Are My Suicide Note to the WorldChapter 1
My sister and I had been fighting over the family fortune for our entire lives. She hit me with her car and sent me to the hospital and I secretly removed her oxygen tube in the middle of the night.
The year our hatred reached its peak, our family suddenly went bankrupt. We were forced to reconcile and each pursue our own livelihoods.
Ten years later, my sister became a prominent business tycoon.
The first thing she did upon returning to England was to destroy the studio where I made my living. She personally tore up the family portrait I had painted and told me to get out and fight again.
"Sharon, we haven't settled the score yet. Why are you being such a coward? Don't you treasure these paintings? If you don't show up, I'll burn them all!"
I raised my fist at her, but my hand pierced through her body. It took a long time for me to react.
The truth was, I had died three years earlier. These paintings were my final gift to my sister and to the world.
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