chapter 1

On the day of my bone-marrow transplant surgery, during which I suffered massive bleeding, my younger sister, Isabelle Walker, deliberately forced herself into premature labor.

Her only aim was to pull Dr. Marcus Walker, our top-tier surgeon elder brother, away from me so I would die from blood loss.

I pleaded with Marcus, emphasizing that we shared the same mother and begging him to save me.

Unexpectedly, Isabelle refused to get on the ambulance and eventually bled to death at home.

Moments before she died, she phoned Marcus, begging him to save the child inside her.

After her death, everyone in the family treated me better than ever, without the slightest hint of resentment.

This lasted until my husband revealed on the day his company went public that the child in Isabelle's womb was his, and that he meant to give both mother and son a rightful status.

As a result, I was cast aside, becoming a discarded wife.

When I was left wandering the streets, my parents brought me home.

My mother sedated me while Marcus cut open my wrists, letting the blood drain slowly. I spent three days and nights in agony before finally breathing my last.

When I opened my eyes again, I discovered I was back on the operating table on the day of the hemorrhage.

Marcus, his hands slick with blood, barked, “Isabelle's miscarrying and hemorrhaging. The blood bank is running low. Hold on and let her have the plasma. You won't die anyway.”

We both carried the rare Rh-null blood type. If all the blood went to her, I wouldn't stand a chance.

I instinctively gripped Marcus' coat and begged him to save me.

He scowled. “She's pregnant. That's two lives at stake. How can you be so cruel?”

With that, he shook me off and strode out of the operating theater without looking back, diverting every unit of compatible blood in the bank to Isabelle.

That was the moment I understood: I had been reborn, returning to the very day of the hemorrhage.

In my previous life, Isabelle suffered from kidney failure, and because we were identical twins, I was the most compatible donor. Without a second thought, I underwent the kidney transplant surgery.

Yet, when I was diagnosed with acute leukemia six months ago, our parents shielded Isabelle behind them and said, “Isabelle's too delicate for a bone marrow transplant.”

It never occurred to them that I was their daughter too.

Due to my rare blood type, it took me six months to finally secure a compatible donor.

To ensure nothing went wrong, I begged our gifted surgeon brother to perform the surgery himself.

Never did I imagine Isabelle would hurl herself down the stairs to force a miscarriage and doom me.

I pleaded with Marcus to stay and save me for the sake of our shared blood. “Save me, and I'll give you half my shares in the company...”

While he hesitated, Isabelle refused to get in the ambulance and died at home.

Upon hearing the devastating news, our parents fainted on the spot. Marcus held back his grief long enough to finish my surgery, then locked himself in his room for three days and nights.

But after that, they treated me better than before, even telling me not to be upset.

It wasn't until Leon Chen's company went public that he tossed me divorce papers and publicly acknowledged Isabelle and her child as his own, while I became the discarded wife and ended up on the streets.

Leon broke my legs and forced me to drop my knees before Isabelle's grave to apologize.

“Isabelle never wanted to compete with you. Why couldn't you accept her? You killed her! You'll pay with your life!” Roaring with eyes burning with hatred, he severed the tendons in my wrists and ankles.

Then, my parents dragged me home. My mother sedated me while Marcus slit my wrists, and each day he bandaged me only to reopen the wounds so I could taste the agony of slow exsanguination.

For three days and nights, I suffered in utter despair.

As I writhed on the floor, begging them for mercy, Father lit a fire and locked me inside, exclaiming bitterly, “If it weren't for you stealing Isabelle's blood, she would still be alive. You killed Isabelle, wretched spawn. We should've strangled you at birth. Now pay with your life!”

Flames devoured the family portrait on the wall. Consumed by pain and hatred, I closed my eyes.

After my death, they came to Isabelle's grave and sobbed. “That wretched curse is gone. We've avenged you.”

Remembering all this, I let go of Marcus' hand, and, relying on my remaining memories, had a nurse call for Evan Gu.

He was my first boyfriend who also became a doctor. However, we'd only dated briefly in high school, so I wasn't sure if he would come to save me.

Fortunately, he hurried over.

Seeing me covered in blood, Evan frowned. “How did you end up like this?”

A sigh of relief left my lips at his familiar voice, and I passed out.