On our fifth wedding anniversary, I found a diary Derek had dropped under the bed. Curiosity gnawed at me as I opened it. “Three months ago, I was too busy making out with Tiffany while driving. I crashed. The woman in the other car died.” “If this gets out, Aurora will find out I cheated.” “Panicked. I poured the liquor from my trunk down her throat and all over the car. Made it look like she was driving drunk.” I knew Derek had a habit. He’d write his deepest thoughts in a diary to vent, then burn it. Three months ago, he’d grabbed my identical diary by mistake and burned it. My heart hammered as I read the final lines: “That girl was a stain. She’s dead, she has no future, but we do.” “I just wiped her away. God will forgive me, right?” Some “stain”! I clenched my fists. My sister, Lily, whom I’d been frantically searching for, was actually murdered by him and his mistress. Derek pushed the door open, a custom cake in his hands. He set it down and moved to hug me from behind. “Darling, I’m so sorry I’m late.” “Happy 5th Anniversary,” the frosting read. The words burned my eyes. His excuses buzzed in my ear. “Aurora, I waited two hours at your favorite bakery. Nothing could keep me from our anniversary.” I frowned and pushed him away, my voice cold. “You’ve been with another woman.” He froze, panic flashing across his face. “What? No!” But my nose has always been sensitive. Derek never wore cologne. Yet now, he carried a strange, cloying sweetness. Or maybe it had been there for three months. I’d just been too frantic, too blinded by my search for my sister, to notice. I met his plea with silence. My stillness seemed to agitate him further. “Aurora, believe me! I’d never cheat. Have you forgotten? When you were misdiagnosed with leukemia, I was ready to give you every bone in my body. When they said you couldn’t conceive, I got a vasectomy.” His voice was thick with passion, the corners of his eyes reddening with feigned sincerity. In the past, that look would have shattered me. Now, it left me cold.. I just lifted the photo and placed it in front of him. “What’s this?” Derek’s smile vanished the instant he saw it. He went pale. “Who is this girl?” “My sister. Lily Hayes.” Lily had been studying abroad for six years and was due to return this year. Derek had never met her. But that night, on her way to find me, she had an accident. Three months ago, the police called to say my sister had died in a drunk driving accident. “Impossible,” I’d told them, clutching the phone. “She’s allergic to alcohol. She never drinks.” But the officer insisted. “There were alcohol bottles scattered at the scene, and her tox screen came back positive for a high alcohol level…” I didn’t hear the rest before I rushed out of the house. For days, I investigated in secret. The private detectives found nothing. It wasn’t until I found Derek’s diary under the bed that I realized the secret he’d been hiding from me, the one that had tormented me so much. “Why didn’t you tell me your sister was back in the country, darling?” Derek asked, his voice dripping with feigned concern. “I haven’t even had the chance to meet her. I would have been planning a welcome party, not to mention getting her a proper gift…” Derek stood up, his face ashen. “”Where is she?” he stuttered. “Should I go get her?” “It’s okay. I already found her.” Derek’s face went pale. “What did you say? Found… found her?” Derek desperately tried to suppress the guilt in his eyes, forcing a smile that looked worse than a grimace. He’d sunk her car, with her body inside, to destroy the evidence. I nodded. “Three months ago, she was murdered. And I’ve found the killer.”
Derek’s face was pale and sickly. He didn’t touch the cake, squirming like he was sitting on needles. He picked at his food with his fork twice, then claimed to feel unwell and retreated to his study. But I heard him lock the door from inside. He frantically called Tiffany. “Did you let something slip?” “Did you really clean up the mess from three months ago?” Hiding outside the door, I listened, my fists clenched. My suspicions were confirmed. Derek’s hushed, frantic questions from behind the door pierced me like shards of glass. “Did you destroy the dashcam memory card? I’ve told you about that intersection camera. It’s a blind spot, but what if…” Tiffany’s voice was sweet but dismissive. “I handled it. It was dark, no one saw our car. What about you? Is your wife suspicious? You didn’t answer my call.” “Stop it!” Derek’s voice was impatient, then dropped to a guilty whisper. “You know Aurora. Her nose is sharper than a bloodhound’s, her mind as venomous as a snake’s. Miss Davis just looked at me, and Aurora ruined her business. She’s in jail! If Aurora finds out…” The rest became an indistinct mumble, but I felt a chill spread through me. He knew everything. He knew I was controlling, he knew I was ruthless, and he knew I hated betrayal most of all. That’s why he acted like a dog, wagging his tail for scraps while secretly gnawing away at my trust. And worse… he killed my own sister. I returned to the bedroom and took out the dashcam footage the police had given me, which they said was completely corrupted. With a calm expression, I cut my palm with a knife and lightly touched the blood to it. A faint white light flashed, and a moving image materialized in mid-air. It was the accident scene, reconstructed by sensing my energy. I saw Derek and his mistress, Tiffany, arguing in the passenger seat. Tiffany’s eyes filled with tears. “What do we do? Derek, someone’s dead! We have to call the police!” “No, we can’t call the police!” Derek forced down his panic. “You know everything I have now, my wife gave it to me!” “She didn’t care that I was broke, but she had one rule: never betray her.” “If we call the police, they’ll take statements and investigate. Everyone will question why we were together in the middle of the night. If my wife finds out, I’m completely finished!” Derek calmed down and started cleaning the scene. Tiffany was terrified, shaking all over, on the verge of tears. “This is a crime, we should still call the police…” But the man pushed her away ruthlessly. “What are you scared of? This is a camera blind spot! No one saw how this accident happened!” “As long as we handle the details, out here in the middle of nowhere, no one will ever suspect us!” They conspired for a long time, finally devising a ‘perfect’ plan. The crash already looked like an accident; if they faked it as her own drunk driving, no one else would be blamed. So, in a rush, they bought a bottle of alcohol from a supermarket and forced it into my sister’s mouth. But as they were pouring, they discovered my sister was still breathing. Both were horrified, staring at each other. Tiffany paused, then seeing my sister was alive, a flicker of hope appeared. “She’s not dead! Let’s call an ambulance…” But Derek, terrified, stopped her. His eyes turned cold. “No! She saw us. If she talks, we’re finished!” “Do you want what happened tonight to get out?” “Don’t forget, if you cross my wife, you won’t even be able to stay in this city!” So, Derek ignored my sister’s pleas, reaching out and strangling her to death. Once she drew her last breath, they faked it as a drunk driving accident and wiped away their fingerprints. I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. If they had just called for help, my sister would be alive. If they hadn’t been so wrapped up in each other, her life wouldn’t have been stolen for nothing. With a wave of my hand, the spectral images in the air dissolved into nothing, as fleeting as a bad dream. Downstairs, Derek was humming, busy at the stove as if it were any other day. I pushed the door open, stepped out, and fixed him with a cold stare. Derek would rather commit murder than let me find out. That’s because he knew all too well that I was a ruthless madwoman. For a man, I could make many of his admirers disappear, destroying people’s lives until they could never recover. But he was wrong. Compared to any man, my sister, Lily Hayes, was my true weakness. My precious little sister, whom I’d cherished like a delicate flowerbud, afraid she’d melt in my hands. As for you, Derek Miller, Tiffany Stone. You killers who murdered my sister, I will never, ever let you get away with it.
Derek had just finished showering when a knock came at the door late at night. The police. “Ms. Hayes, is that right? We’ve recently found new developments regarding your sister’s death. Could you please come to the station when you’re free?” I nodded, agreeing to go to the police station first thing tomorrow morning. From the moment the police appeared, Derek’s face turned unnaturally pale. He even lied, saying he had to work late tonight and I should go to sleep. Only after I started breathing evenly did Derek tiptoe over, whispering to test me, “Aurora, are you asleep?” When I didn’t respond, he put on his jacket and slipped out. The moment the door softly clicked shut, I opened my eyes. Derek had arranged to meet Tiffany at a hotel to coordinate their stories and details once more. But just as they were naked and getting into the deepest parts of their planning, I pushed the door open. “Still figuring out how to get away with your crimes?” “When you pushed her into the river, she wasn’t actually dead, was she?” “She was so weak, desperately begging you, promising not to press charges if you just spared her life.” “But you, afraid of exposure, still drowned her in the river.” “That was a living, breathing human life!” “She didn’t have to die, but because of your momentary evil, you condemned her to a desperate death.” Derek and Tiffany stared at me, naked from the waist up, their faces terrified. Tiffany reacted quickly, shrieking and pulling the covers over herself, while Derek frantically scrambled for his clothes on the floor. “Aurora? What are you doing here?” Derek’s voice was a trembling whisper, his face paper-white. “If I hadn’t come, how would I have ever heard your brilliant plan? Caught you red-handed?” I tilted the knife in my hand, letting the light glint cruelly off the blade. The sight of it made Derek’s legs buckle, nearly sending him to his knees. “Aurora, calm down! It was an accident!” “An accident?” My laugh was cold and hollow. “My sister was allergic to alcohol. She never drank.” “Was it an accident when you forced the bottle into her mouth? When she was begging you to stop? Did your hand ‘accidentally’ slip when you drowned her?” Derek looked like he’d seen a ghost. Tiffany leaped from the bed and threw a lamp at me. “You crazy bitch, stop making false accusations! Your sister crashed the car herself while drunk driving, it has nothing to do with us!” I dodged. The lamp shattered. She lunged again, and I backhanded her. She staggered back, lip bleeding. “Me, crazy?”I smirked, stepping forward, the knife pointed at her stomach. “Next to you two killers? Sure. I feel pretty crazy when I see trash like you. I want to gut you and see what color you are inside.” Tiffany went pale, clutching her belly. “Don’t you dare! I’m pregnant with Derek’s baby! If you touch me, he won’t let you get away with it!” I watched her silently, a mocking smile playing on my lips. “You think I wouldn’t dare?” With that, I raised my hand and slapped her twice. Before she could react, I slammed her against the wall, lifting her clear off the ground by her throat. “Aurora, you bully a pregnant woman like this, I’ll kill you!” She screamed. She knew Sanda, Taekwondo. Now, she fought back with everything she had, every strike aimed to kill. But to me, she was so slow. “Too slow,” I said, dodging effortlessly. “You don’t stand a chance.”
After saying that, my eyes hardened, and I punched her in the stomach. “Ah!” Tiffany screamed, clutching her belly in agony, collapsing to the floor, unable to get up. “Aurora, don’t be impulsive!” Derek yelled, his voice hoarse, trying to calm me. “I know you followed me here today to record our conversation as evidence for the police, to have us brought to justice, right?” I couldn’t help but sneer. “With me dealing with you, the police can wait.” Sensing the murderous intent in my eyes, Derek’s face went white, his lips trembling, unable to speak. From our brief encounter, it should have been clear I could beat them without breaking a sweat. But that mistress, Tiffany, clutching her stomach, still defiantly provoked me. “You old, controlling hag, you deserve this. No man will ever truly love you.” “I’m already pregnant with Derek’s baby! He told me he’d divorce you eventually!” “And when you have a child, we’ll switch them, so my child becomes the sole heir!” Still not satisfied, she raised her hand to slap me. But she wasn’t fast enough, and I slapped her twice more. “Haven’t had enough yet?” “Then I’ll be happy to oblige.” Blood streamed down Tiffany’s face, but I had lost all patience. I raised the knife high. This time, Tiffany finally panicked. “Derek! What are you doing? Help me! She’s going to kill me!” Derek, frozen until now, looked torn. At her scream, he snatched up a heavy stick and charged toward me. I merely shot a glacial glance over my shoulder. He faltered mid-step, the stick clattering to the floor. “Derek,” I stated. “You had a vasectomy. So how, exactly, is she pregnant with your child?” He trembled. “Aurora, it wasn’t me… She seduced me! She’s lying! That… that baby isn’t mine!” “I never betrayed you! And I know nothing about your sister, I swear!” Then, with red-rimmed eyes, he dropped to his knees in front of me. It was a trick. As he knelt, he swung the stick hard at the back of my head. I collapsed.
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