Your Love Failed Me the Way My Mother’s Never Did

My best friend ended her life after crashing her car into my eldest brother, leaving him with a broken leg and then jumping from the thirtieth floor.

As she lay in a pool of blood, he said to me with a bright smile. "River, I'll wait for you over there!"

Only then did I understand she had chosen death to escape this world.

That night, I baked a birthday cake and shared the news of my departure in the family group chat.

Spencer, my second brother and a doctor, coldly replied with the number 1.

Then came a voice message from my third brother, Skyler, the international pop star, mocking me. "If you're going to die, just die already. All you ever do is envy Agnes. If you die today, I'll livestream myself eating shit!"

My parents stayed silent, but they flooded the chat with countless photos of Agnes celebrating her birthday at Disneyland.

Only my eldest brother, Sawyer, the CEO, sent one choked-up voice message after another. "River, you know where Kienna went, right? I beg you, tell me … "

I didn't say a word. Instead, I ate the cake all by myself. Soon, I would reunite with my real parents and brother.

——

After finishing the last slice, I selected a suicide method from the system.

[Host, are you sure you want to choose this method?]

[This way of dying will be very painful. I suggest you reconsider.]

The system's mechanical voice warned me, but I ignored it and pressed the "confirm" button.

Once everything was done, I finally had time to check my phone. I found that the messages in the family group were still flooding the screen.

It was Agnes's eighteenth birthday and the Saint Family was throwing her a magnificent coming-of-age party.

For that event, Spencer canceled several surgeries to spend the entire day with her. Skyler even postponed his nationwide concert tour to sing her a birthday song.

But only Sawyer, lying in the hospital with a broken leg after being hit by my best friend's car, was still sending voice messages of regret. "River, please tell me where Kienna went. I'm begging you."

After listening to a few messages, I turned off my phone.

I threw the leftover cake into the trash and followed the system's guidance to the place where I'd end my life—Bexford Hospital.

Just as I reached the entrance, my phone rang.

"River, what did you say to Agnes? Why did she take sleeping pills? Why would she try to kill herself?"

Spencer's furious roar pierced through the phone, piercing my ears.

I held the phone expressionless, trying to count how many times this had happened. How many times have I been slandered and framed?

Sigh, I'd lost count long ago. There were too many to remember.

"Is she dead?" I spoke calmly, then quickly hung up before more curses could come through the line.

I walked into the hospital alone, looking for a place to rest while waiting for the system to prompt the suicide time. But the moment I sat down, a slap struck my face.

"River, you've gone too far!"

Spencer, clad in a white coat, couldn't hide the rage in his eyes.

"I thought you were merely spoiled, but I never imagined you harbored intentions to harm others!"

"You're truly the child of a murderer. Your bad genes are undeniable!"

"Even after being raised in the Saint Family for eighteen years, you're still a complete villain!"

"Kneel outside the emergency room and wait for Agnes to wake up safely!"

He grabbed my arm and yanked me up. I struggled hard, until my head slammed against the wall—and then everything went black.

When I felt the warm drip of liquid from my forehead, Spencer froze. His eyes were filled with surprise and panic.

"Spencer, I have never hurt Agnes. And I will not bear a crime I didn't commit," I spoke calmly as I wiped the blood from my face.