My sister was adamant about staying “pure” before marriage. But she sleeps with her boyfriend every day and never uses birth control. When I asked her about it, I learned she was using the back entrance…. I warned her this could easily cause infections: “You can keep sleeping with him if you want. Later on, just get a little hymen reconstruction surgery and everything will look perfect again—no one will ever know.” My sister took my advice to heart. Later, after breaking up with her boyfriend, our mom set her up with a wealthy heir. On their wedding night, even though she’d had the surgery, she didn’t bleed. The rich man flew into a rage on the spot for she is not a virgin. The next day, everyone knew about it. Completely humiliated, my sister blamed everything on me. She shoved my head into boiling water, her face twisted with rage: “This is all your fault! If things were different, I’d be a wealthy man’s wife and no one would dare laugh at me!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister told me she never used birth control. I sneered: “Then go ahead… keep using that other hole.”
“Grace, don’t worry, I won’t get pregnant…” As my sister spoke, she twisted her body slightly. Looking at her face, I felt a chill run through me. The sensation of boiling water flooding into my airways from my past life came rushing back. It took me a long time to calm myself down. “Well, aren’t you clever.” My sister continued sharing her “wisdom” with me. “Grace, you shouldn’t always listen to Mom. What era are we living in? Living in the moment is what matters most.” “It’s because your thinking is so old-fashioned that you can’t keep a boyfriend.” I smiled faintly. My sister was so smug because her current boyfriend, Liam, was my ex. We’d been together for two years. He broke up with me because I wouldn’t sleep with him before marriage. Less than three days after our breakup, Liam got together with my sister. When I went to Liam’s place to collect my things, I discovered they’d been hooking up all along. My sister went to Liam’s apartment every day. The sounds of their activities could be heard through the walls. All the neighbors knew. When I found out, my first reaction wasn’t anger—it was the realization that if Mom found out, my sister would be finished. Dad died young, and Mom raised my sister and me single-handedly. Mom works as a professional matchmaker with access to plenty of high-quality prospects. After dealing with upper-class people for so long, Mom knew exactly what they required in a partner. One crucial requirement was a lack of past sexual experience. So from childhood, Mom’s teaching to my sister and me was: dating is fine, but sex before marriage is absolutely not. Mom would always say earnestly: “Marriage is a fresh start. These men might say they don’t care, but deep down they have expectations. You two need to hold your boundaries.” On my way back from Liam’s place, I kept thinking about how to help my sister come clean to Mom. But when I talked to her, she told me she was still “pure” because she never used that way—she used another way. When I heard this, it took me several seconds to process what she meant. Then I immediately started worrying about her health. As someone with basic medical knowledge, I knew how fragile that area is. The muscles control tightness and can’t remain strained for too long. If it’s frequently strained, especially violently, it will definitely cause damage and serious complications. I explained all this to my sister and told her: “Someone who truly loves you wouldn’t let you suffer like this. If you enjoy intimacy, use the proper way. If someone really cares about surgery, it can be done later.” My sister’s eyes lit up when she heard about the surgery… I just never imagined that later she’d break up with Liam, and Mom would set her up with a rich guy. Even though she got the surgery, she didn’t bleed on their wedding night. The rich guy called her terrible names. After divorcing him, she blamed everything on me. Then she shoved my head into boiling water and killed me.
Thinking about this, I still kindly reminded her, “But won’t that hurt after repeated use? And it’s easy to get infections.” My sister blinked and smiled. “As long as you take precautions, nothing will happen…” This was obviously something Liam had told her to manipulate her. If it happened, it would only mean one thing. She’d gotten an infection there. This realization gave me a dark sense of satisfaction. I pretended to be envious. “Is that why Liam prefers you?” Meanwhile, I sent messages to Liam’s account from an alternate profile. My sister has always loved competing with me for things. Hearing the longing in my voice, she immediately became defensive. “Of course. But Grace, you’re probably not built for that. You should give up on him.” I lowered my head in apparent disappointment. At the same time, Liam sent an inquiry message. I quickly recommended several products. After Liam selected a few and transferred payment, I swiftly placed an order. Once I finished responding, my sister’s phone vibrated. She glanced at it and her face turned bright red. Soon she stood up and grabbed her bag to leave. “Grace, I have to go out. Remember to keep this secret from Mom.” I smiled and said okay. My sister didn’t come home that night. When she returned the next day, she could barely walk. I didn’t expect things to escalate so quickly. One Saturday, my sister pulled me aside and whispered: “Grace, I think it tore.” I forced myself to stay calm. “Where?” “There. That place.” “Can you check for me? It really hurts.” Fighting nausea, I looked and noticed it was indeed different from normal. “Grace, should I go to the hospital…” That question almost made me vomit. “The hospital?” I frowned. “You want Mom to find out about all this!?” Mom kept extremely strict control over our private lives. With my sister staying out so much lately, Mom was already getting suspicious. My sister asked: “Then what should I do?” “I’ll handle it,” I said. “It doesn’t look too serious. Let’s just get some medicine.” My sister was too embarrassed to go to a clinic. In the end, she bought some medicine online and applied it herself. After the medicine took effect, my sister went right back to her frenzied intimacy with Liam day and night. But it was obvious her condition had worsened. She always carried a familiar foul smell. I calculated the days. Finally, the time came. Mom found a suitable rich guy and came home insisting my sister go on a date with him. “This Mr. Harrison is truly one in a million—worth hundreds of millions, studied abroad, and most importantly, his private life is extremely clean.” Mom laughed. “Best of all, he has no requirements for a partner except one thing—purity. Emily, your good days are coming.” Mom was so excited, but my sister’s reaction was flat. She said: “Mom, I don’t want to.”
Both Mom and I froze. In my past life, my sister had agreed without hesitation. Why was she refusing so quickly this time? Mom pressed her: “Why not? Marriage is a fresh start. Haven’t you always complained that I didn’t give you good opportunities? This time I’ve found you a great match.” My sister shrugged. “I have a boyfriend.” “Just break up with him.” Mom frowned. “You didn’t disobey me and sleep with him, did you?” My sister’s face went pale. “Of course not, Mom. I just don’t want to get married yet. Let Grace go on the date instead.” Hearing this, Mom shot me a disgusted look. “Do you think she’s worthy?” Mom’s hurtful words pierced my ears. Without a husband, Mom feared gossip, so she was strict with both of us. Though strict with both, Mom treated me like a criminal and my sister like her precious child. If I didn’t do homework, she’d tear up all my textbooks and throw them away. I’d be mocked by teachers and classmates the next day at school. If my sister didn’t do homework, she’d just scold her lightly. If I broke a dish, she’d punish me severely. If my sister broke a dish, she’d just get a light scolding. I always suspected I wasn’t Mom’s biological daughter. After turning eighteen, I even got a test done. But the results showed I was indeed Mom’s daughter. In my past life, after my sister pushed me into the scalding water, I still had a breath left. When Mom arrived, she didn’t even glance at me. Instead, she worried about whether my sister’s hands got burned. With my last bit of strength, I asked her why she favored one over the other. She looked at me with disgust. “I’m not playing favorites. You just have a petty mind. Your sister has never said I play favorites.” Actually, I knew the real reason—my sister was prettier than me. Mom often said that in this era, beauty is also a resource. She firmly believed my sister could marry into a wealthy family, so she bet everything on my sister’s marriage. Despite Mom’s reluctance, she ultimately didn’t force my sister to go on the date. Not wanting this opportunity to go to waste, she arranged for me to meet Harrison instead. She even rolled her eyes at me. On the way, she warned me: “Don’t tell Mr. Harrison you’ve dated before. You’re already losing points for your looks.” Sometimes I wondered if Mom was blind. My sister stayed out all night and Mom thought she was being good. I came home on time every day, yet she still thought I was promiscuous. She was truly biased.
Fortunately, Harrison didn’t mind my appearance. Because of what happened between him and my sister in my past life, I didn’t have a good impression of him. After talking this time, I discovered he was actually a decent person. Polite and well-informed. Just as Mom said, his only requirement for a partner was a lack of past experience. This requirement stemmed from his family background. With his excellent conditions, women threw themselves at him constantly, yet he remained celibate. He held himself to high standards, so this requirement wasn’t unreasonable. We got along well. We went on several dates after that, and our feelings for each other seemed compatible. After our last date, I even thought maybe God gave me a second chance not for revenge, but to set things right—to let me marry Harrison. For a moment, I thought marrying Harrison wouldn’t be bad at all. But I never expected that after Harrison agreed to get engaged to me, my sister would break up with Liam. That day when she got home and saw Harrison, she called Mom into her room that night. The next day, Mom told me: “Break up with Harrison. Your sister wants to be with him.” Her words hit me like a sledgehammer. I froze for several seconds. “Does Emily have some kind of problem? Does she get off on stealing other people’s boyfriends? Fine, she wanted that trash Liam and I let her have him. But now Harrison and I are about to get engaged—why does she still need to steal him? Is she addicted to it?” As soon as the words left my mouth, Mom slapped me. “Emily is your sister. How can you say such awful things? I was planning to introduce Harrison to Emily from the start. You’re the one who took him.” The slap burned painfully and extinguished the last bit of love I had for Mom. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Even so, Harrison is my boyfriend now. If she’s so capable, let her make him like her.” After shouting this, I couldn’t stay in that house any longer. I grabbed my bag and ran out. I knew that if my sister wanted Harrison, Mom would make it happen. But I had confidence in Harrison. He wasn’t like Liam. I stayed out all day. The events of today and the past kept replaying in my mind. In both lives, I felt utterly wronged. I thought once Harrison and I got engaged, I’d move out. But I never imagined that just a few hours later, before I even got home, Harrison would call. He said: “Grace, let’s break up.” My voice trembled with pain. “Why? Is it because of my sister?” After a long silence, Harrison didn’t hide it. “Grace, you’re a smart person. You should know that someone in my social circle needs a beautiful partner for appearance’s sake.” “I’m sorry. I’ll give you some compensation, but I hope you won’t make a scene. When we meet in the future, let’s still be civil.”
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