My brother, Nathan Ortega, dropped dead from exhaustion after working 48 hours straight. By the time I rushed to the hospital, Nathan had already been cremated. I didn’t even have time to grieve before the people from an underground casino came knocking on my door, demanding repayment. Only then did I learn Nathan had racked up over a hundred million dollars in gambling debts, and I was the sole heir in his will. To pay off the debt, I was forced to drop out of school and was sold by the casino to a red-light district in some backward country. But then I saw Nathan, who was supposed to be dead, dressed in designer clothes and attending a performance with my best friend, Jillian Sanderson. Nathan tossed out a crisp two-hundred-dollar bill and smiled as he thanked me for my “sacrifice.” I was so enraged I passed out on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Nathan had “died.” ***** “Sara, you have to stay strong… We did everything we could, but Nathan still…” My best friend Jillian, who also happened to be Nathan’s attending physician, looked at me with a worried expression. She helped me sit down and spoke with regret and sorrow, “You shouldn’t see the body. I know how close you two were. I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it.” I stared at her familiar face, then glanced down at my unharmed body, stunned. I thought, “Did I… just get a second chance?” I couldn’t believe it. I had been granted a miraculous opportunity to rewrite my fate. In my previous life, when I’d heard the news of Nathan’s sudden death, I’d run five red lights in a frenzy to get to the hospital. But I was still too late. I held his death certificate in my hands and cried until I passed out. When I woke up, Nathan had already been cremated. All that remained of him was a box of ashes. I hadn’t even processed my grief when the people from the underground casino came to collect his debts. That was when I learned Nathan had left me with over a hundred million dollars in gambling debts. Our house was auctioned off, and my grandmother, Karol Ortega, sold off the family business. I had to drop out of school and ended up renting a dingy basement to survive. But I still couldn’t pay off the debt. Eventually, the mob boss sold me to a backward country, where they cut off my limbs and displayed me like some freak show. One day, during a performance, I saw Nathan, who had supposedly been dead for five years, laughing and chatting with Jillian as they walked past me. Nathan mocked me, saying, “Thanks for your sacrifice, Sara. I couldn’t have this life without you.” I was so overwhelmed with rage that I couldn’t even speak. I could only cry and scream. That was when I found out he was my father’s illegitimate son. I died of anger on that stage, while Nathan walked away without a care. Snapping back to the present, I saw Jillian handing me a glass of water. “Here, drink some water. Don’t wear yourself out.” I accepted the glass but didn’t drink it. In my last life, I’d drunk that water and passed out, and when I woke up, everything was too late. It was obvious there was something in it. Jillian glanced at the clock, then turned to find someone to have Nathan taken out of the ER. I rushed forward, grabbing the edge of the bed as I screamed, my voice raw and desperate. “No! Let me see Nathan one last time! He can’t leave me alone!” “Nathan! What am I supposed to do without you?” I wailed as I yanked the white sheet off Nathan’s body. Jillian cried out in shock, but it was too late—the sheet fell away, revealing Nathan’s face, still unnaturally rosy. In my last life, I’d been too stupid to notice these clues. Suppressing the fury that surged within me, I raised my hand and slapped Nathan across the face with all my strength. Jillian let out a shriek, thinking I’d lost control. “Sara! He’s your brother! How could you hit him like that? I know you’re upset, but…” I ignored her completely. Gripping the key in my hand, I jabbed it hard into that scumbag’s stomach. Tears streaming down my face, I sobbed, “You bastard! How could you leave me all alone to go find Mom and Dad? What am I supposed to do without you? “I kept telling you to stop working overtime, to stop burning yourself out, but you never listened…” Jillian, thinking I hadn’t uncovered the truth, let out a breath of relief. Seeing my breakdown, she seemed concerned for Nathan. “Sara, take it easy. Nathan… he can still feel pain…” I stopped crying and stared at her like she was an idiot. “Do dead people feel pain?” Jillian froze, panic flashing across her face as she stammered, “That’s not what I meant. I just…” Unable to explain herself, she regretted saying anything at all and quickly tried to change the subject. “Sara, I called Madam Ortega earlier. She said Nathan has to be cremated today. “She’s just so heartbroken. She wants to take care of everything as soon as possible.” I clenched my fists and laughed coldly in my heart. I thought, “Cremation today? Perfect. If Nathan wanted to play dead, I’d make sure he got the full experience. I’d send him straight into the crematorium myself.”
“No, absolutely not. Before anything else, I want Nathan to have a proper funeral. He deserves to leave with dignity.” I clutched Nathan’s hand tightly, tears streaming down my face. Outside the ER, a small crowd of patients had gathered, watching the scene unfold. As I sobbed, I suddenly turned to Jillian. “Jillian, feel Nathan’s hand. Doesn’t it feel warm? Is it possible… could he still be alive?” Jillian frowned and pulled out the death certificate. “Sara, Nathan is gone. Maybe you’re just warming his hand yourself.” I kept sniffling, ignoring the murmurs of the onlookers who tried to console me with well-meaning but useless words. I pulled out my phone and made a call. “Yes, my brother just passed away. I’d like to donate his organs. Please come quickly.” Jillian’s face turned ghostly pale. Her hands trembled, but she didn’t dare stop me. She fumbled for her phone, hastily typing out a message. I noticed her actions but didn’t intervene. “Sara, Nathan… never said he wanted to donate his organs,” she stammered. I didn’t respond. Moments later, the organ donation team arrived. Jillian tried to block their way. But I played the role of the grieving sister, my voice trembling with emotion. “Nathan was always so kind. I believe he’d want his life to help others continue theirs.” The team of medical staff looked at me with gratitude. “Your family’s generosity will save so many lives. Thank you. “What organs would you like to donate?” I glanced at Nathan and wiped away my tears. “He died suddenly, so… everything. Take whatever is still usable.” Jillian’s expression shifted dramatically. She hurried to stand in front of Nathan’s bed. “Sara, Nathan told me before that he didn’t want to donate his organs!” I looked at her, my eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Jillian, I’m Nathan’s sister. It’s my decision. You’re my friend. Why are you so protective of my brother? “The more you delay, the faster his organs will deteriorate. As a doctor, don’t you understand how vital this is for those waiting for a transplant?” The other medical staff nodded in agreement. “Dr. Sanderson, please step aside. Don’t interfere.” Jillian was visibly panicking now. She stammered, “Sara, I already contacted Madam Ortega. At least… let her see Nathan one last time.” I smirked internally. “So, she really was messaging Karol just now,” I thought. This was what I wanted. I never actually intended to donate Nathan’s organs. If they took him away, his fake death might be exposed. I wouldn’t let that happen. I just wanted to force Karol to show up. I wanted her to watch helplessly as Nathan “died” and know there was nothing she could do about it. Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, Karol burst into the room. She was still dressed in her shopping clothes, her makeup barely smudged. The moment she saw Nathan lying on the hospital bed, she let out a sigh of relief. But then she turned on me, her face twisted with rage, and slapped me hard. “You wicked girl! You killed your parents, and now you want to donate Nathan’s organs?” “You monsters! If anyone touches a single hair on his head, I’ll kill their entire family!” She spat venomous insults at me, her voice filled with fury. She shoved the organ donation staff aside with unrestrained aggression. “We’re not donating anything! Get out! All of you, leave!” The doctors, though regretful, didn’t want to escalate the situation. Shaking their heads, they left the room. Jillian let out a sigh of relief once they were gone. Before Nathan’s fake death, I’d already suspected their relationship wasn’t normal. But I never imagined that someone I’d called a friend for over a decade would conspire with my brother to destroy me. I wanted nothing more than to rip her apart. Karol sat down in a chair, her dramatic performance of grief utterly unconvincing. She began berating me. “You ungrateful brat! Your brother just died, and instead of mourning, you’re trying to give his organs away? “If you’re so eager to donate something, why don’t you just drop dead yourself?” Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, “Grandma, I was wrong. I was so wrong…” Karol slapped me again, the sharp sting numbing half my face. “Stop causing trouble! I’ll take Nathan to be cremated myself!” I didn’t argue. Instead, I picked up the glass of water Jillian had poured earlier and handed it to Karol. “Grandma, have some water first.” Jillian’s eyes widened in shock. Before she could snatch the glass away, Karol had already downed it in one gulp. She’d rushed over, shouted at everyone, and cursed me out. It was no wonder she was thirsty. Jillian muttered under her breath, “This is bad… this is really bad…” Not even a minute later, Karol slumped in the chair, fast asleep. Jillian broke into a cold sweat. When she saw me stand up and fix my gaze on her, she swallowed nervously. “Sara… what are you planning to do now?”
My eyes were red as I carefully draped the white sheet over Nathan’s face. I turned to Jillian. “My grandmother said nothing more can be done.” “Jillian, she must have fainted from grief. Please take care of her. I’m taking Nathan to the crematorium myself. He’ll be cremated immediately.” Jillian’s face turned deathly pale. “Sara, there’s no rush to cremate him. At least wait until Madam Ortega wakes up.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Jillian, weren’t you just saying earlier that time is critical? Now you’re stalling. “You’re acting like the living aren’t as important as the dead. We’ve been friends for years, but why are you stopping me at every turn today? What are you trying to do? “This is my brother. Don’t I have the right to take care of him?” Jillian was frantic, but she could only watch as I called the crematorium. They arrived quickly, ready to take Nathan away. That was when Jillian couldn’t hold back anymore. With tears in her eyes, she grabbed my arm. “Sara, I saw his hand move. We can still save him!” I stared her down and held up the death certificate. “Jillian, you were the one who declared Nathan dead just moments ago. “Do you know how much your hospital will have to pay if you’re wrong? Negligence that results in death could put you in prison!” Jillian’s lips quivered, but she gritted her teeth and still tried to block me. “You can’t do this!” I pushed her away and followed the crematorium van as it left. In the vehicle, I looked at Nathan’s tightly shut eyes. Thinking about how he’d truly die soon, I couldn’t help but laugh. In my last life, when I ran into him overseas, he seemed to be doing just fine. Nathan had stood before me, narrowing his eyes as he sized me up. “Sara, how did you end up like this?” I wanted to ask why he was still alive, but my tongue had already been cut out by then. Nathan had sneered. “If I didn’t fake my death, how else would I have gotten all that money from the company? “Blame that woman for wanting to leave the company to you instead of me. “But what can I do? I’m not her biological son. I had no choice but to trick you.” Jillian, standing beside him, spat in my face. “Nathan, just looking at her brings bad luck.” Nathan slapped two hundred dollars onto my face and walked off with her in his arms. That was the last thing I remembered. Snapping back to the present, I noticed Nathan’s fingers twitch. I guessed the effects of the sedative were wearing off. Now that he’d heard he was about to be cremated, he was desperate to wake up. “Driver, could you please speed up? My grandmother wishes for my brother to find peace as soon as possible.” The driver obliged, slamming on the gas pedal and racing toward the crematorium. I leaned close to Nathan’s ear and whispered, “Nathan, I know you’re faking it. You, Jillian, and our grandmother are all in on this, trying to make me pay off your gambling debts. “But I’m a good person. I’ve decided to honor your wish and get you cremated right away. “I know you can hear me, you heartless bastard. In my last life, I trusted you, and I died miserably. So don’t blame me for being ruthless this time.” As I finished speaking, a tear rolled down Nathan’s cheek. I chuckled, wiping it away. “Why are you crying already? We’re not even there yet. Save it for when you’re in the furnace.” With the driver’s aggressive speed, we reached the crematorium in just fifteen minutes. There were more than ten people ahead of us, but I couldn’t wait. I went straight to the person in charge. He said there was no cutting in line, but the way he rubbed his fingers together told a different story. I transferred him three thousand dollars and smiled. “Please, sir, help me out.” With the help of money, Nathan successfully jumped the line. In less than five minutes, they wheeled him into the cremation chamber. I made up an excuse, saying I wanted to bid farewell, and asked to press the start button myself. But just as I was about to, I heard Karol and Jillian’s voices yelling from outside. “Stop! You can’t burn him!” They rushed in frantically. Karol slapped me hard across the face. “Are you trying to kill Nathan?” I wailed, tears streaming down my face. “Grandma, Nathan is already gone! Why won’t you let him be cremated?” Jillian stood in front of the cremation chamber, her voice trembling. “Sara, don’t do this… Your grandmother still has things she wants to say to Nathan.” Karol was still shaky from the lingering effects of the sedative. “You little brat! Get out of here! All of you, leave!” I laughed coldly inside but cried and knelt on the ground, kowtowing. “Grandma, please let Nathan rest in peace! I’m begging you.” “Please…” The staff and the families waiting behind us started muttering in frustration. “What’s all this fuss about? Hurry up!” “He’s already dead. What’s left to say?” “Stop wasting everyone’s time!” One impatient family member stepped forward, reaching to press the start button. Karol and Jillian screamed, lunging to stop them. But in their frantic rush, the two of them collided and accidentally slammed the button themselves. Flames roared to life, engulfing Nathan’s body in an instant. “No!” “Ahhh!”
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