They immediately rushed to her side, and they panicked when they saw the red mark on her palm that looked like a burn.

"Everyone at the party was someone we knew. How could anyone give such a dangerous gift?" A scorpion got out of the box and Xavier crushed it under his foot.

All eyes turned to the open gift box.

"Was this… from Winona?" my mom asked as she frowned.

Winnie immediately looked like she was going to cry. She said, "Please don't blame Winona, Mom. The gift was on my nightstand this morning. I was happy that she wanted to give me a present."

My dad and Xavier looked angry and disappointed.

"I knew it! That's why she delayed coming home. She wanted to hurt Winnie on purpose!" my dad exclaimed.

"How could I have such a vicious sister?" asked Xavier.

"Enough! Shut up and take Winnie to the doctor first!" said my dad. He kicked away the gift box that Winnie had stolen from my room, furious as he slammed the table.

"The bandage is finished. I'll get more from the basement," said Xavier before he started to leave.

Winnie looked around in a panic. She clung to his arm and said, "Don't! The doctor will have bandages. It hurts so much…"

Xavier would have smelled blood if he had taken one more step towards the basement.

However, things turned out differently.

My family rushed out after hearing Winnie's pleas, and I was left drifting in the empty living room.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to explain that I had done nothing.

However, I could not make a sound.

I felt like even if I could speak, they would have never believed me.

So be it.

The butler heard the commotion, and he came out to clean up the mess. He let out a long sigh.

He asked, "Why could you never learn to protect yourself, Miss Winona?"

My soul drifted back to my bedroom. The diary was still on the floor. I kept thinking about my memories.

It was my eighteenth birthday party, and our family held a grand celebration. My father announced how the family business would be divided that day.

My brother was the first to be introduced. He displayed sharp business acumen. He was young, but he spoke with confidence about finances and investments.

My father did not hide his pride in him. It was as if he could see Xavier running the company.

Then, it was Winnie. She was only ten years old, but she had a natural charm. Her every gesture was elegant. She played piano beautifully and could dance. My mother held her and proudly called her the gem of the family.

I stepped onto the stage with hope, determined not to disappoint them.

The room fell silent when it was my turn to be introduced.

I had no striking talent, no brilliance to make people remember me. I was so ordinary that no one could recall what I had just said.

I became the invisible one from that day on, a child unworthy of investment.

Later, I worked myself to the bone and earned the highest academic honors. However, they thought I had cheated my way through. They believed that I won the Global Medical Doctorate Award by bribing the judges.

Xavier and Winnie enjoyed all the favoritism and opportunities.

Instead, I was left with what my life had always been, ordinary and dispensable.

My soul followed Winnie to a private clinic.

Soon, my fiancé, Ian Zander, rushed in.

He went straight to Winnie and grabbed her hand. He anxiously examined the scorpion sting on her palm. He was full of worry.

"What happened? What did the doctor say?" he asked.

Winnie choked up but forced a smile. She replied, "Don't be like this, Ian. It wasn't Winona's fault. She only wanted to surprise me. She must have grabbed the wrong gift. You know she's a medical researcher and keeps many small animals for experiments…"

She pretended to be understanding, and Ian looked angrier.

He looked up and asked angrily, "Where is Winona? Where is she hiding now? Don't be scared, Winnie, I'll make this right for you!"

'You don't have to look for me, Ian. I'm right next to you. You can't make this right for her because I'm dead. Of course, you can choose to discard my body and refuse to buy a grave to punish me,' I thought.

Ian called me after leaving the clinic. No one answered, so he left a voice message.

"Winona, how could you be so cruel? You deliberately put a scorpion in a gift box to hurt your sister? I always thought you were kind. I can't believe you would do something like this out of jealousy!" he said angrily.

"I was on my way to give you a family heirloom necklace as a gift for your award, but now, you don't deserve that. Consider this your punishment. You'd better pray that Winnie is fine… Otherwise, the engagement is over!" he added.

I listened to his accusations with indifference because I was too exhausted.

I knew he would side with Winnie.

When we first met, he learned how I was neglected at home and swore to make it up to me with his love.

He gave me beautiful jewelry, accompanied me to classes, and would drive me to work and from work.

Somewhere along the way, things changed. He kept defending Winnie and reminded me that she was eight years younger than me. He said that my younger sister was someone I should care for and forgive.

I suspected he had feelings for her. When I questioned him, he only said, "You think too much. Winnie is like a sister to me."

His indifference made me feel like a hysterical fool.

However, I loved him too much.

I believed he was a gift from heaven, someone who would belong only to me.

How wrong I was.

My parents favored Xavier and Winnie because they were more outstanding, but I wondered why Ian loved her. I no longer have the answers.

Whether I fell or bled, I would no longer feel any pain. I was dead. A soul could no longer sense the wounds of the flesh.

My parents and my brother finally returned home, and they were worn out.

I hovered in the corner of the living room. I heard my mom sigh.

She said, "It's a shame that Ian's family isn't compatible with Winnie. Otherwise, they'd be the perfect match. You saw how attentive he was at the clinic."

My heart clenched.

My dad added, "Yeah, Ian is competent, and I think Winnie likes him too. It would be perfect if they were together."

My mom shook her head and disagreed, "No, Ian is perfect for Winona because of his family. He can also take care of Winnie if he marries Winona."

Her tone was casual, but it struck me like a knife in my chest.

Suddenly, my dad frowned and said, "There's a strange smell in the house. It smells like blood."

Xavier followed my dad towards the basement.

"What is that?" my mom asked. She also followed them.

Xavier pushed the door open.

A heavy stench of blood rushed out. A body with eyes half-open lay silently in a pool of blood under the dim light.

Xavier froze.

His voice was trembling as he asked, "Winona?"