My younger sister is a gold digger who dreams of marrying a rich man.
I kindly advised her to keep her feet on the ground and build wealth of her own, but she showed up flaunting the designer diamond ring her boyfriend had given her.
"Ever seen this brand? Someone as poor as you could never afford it in your whole life!"
Even our mother chimed in: "How could someone like her ever compare to you?"
But her supposedly wealthy boyfriend was nothing but a con artist. After I exposed his true colors, he vanished without a trace.
Unable to find him, my sister had a mental breakdown and decided I was jealous and had deliberately stopped her from marrying rich. One night, she hacked me to death.
My mother ignored my cries for help. Even after watching me breathe my last, she cursed, "That's what you get for being jealous of your sister!"
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister brought her boyfriend home.
