After my mother died, my father married my stepmother, who said only one of my sister and me could stay.
So my sister was sent to a poor mountain village.
I continued living the smooth life of a rich young heiress, graduated from a prestigious university, and eventually became engaged to the richest man in the country.
At our wedding, my sister stabbed me to death.
When I woke up again, my sister had done everything she could to stay. I knew she had been reborn, too.
The night before I was sent to the mountains, my sister said haughtily, “This time, you're the one who gets to be a lowly brood sow!”
I gave a cold laugh. She had no idea that the life of wealth she coveted was a far more terrifying slaughterhouse than the mountains.
