On the day I returned from the International Anesthesiology Conference, I, Hannah Walker, learned at the airport that my boyfriend Apollo Stephens had gotten a marriage license with my twin sister Bailey Walker. Desperate to verify the truth, I was drugged by Bailey and forced into labor. As the fetus slipped from my body, still writhing, she crushed it under her foot. She said, “A substitute’s child wouldn’t be loved even if born. I’m just putting it out of its misery.” Then she picked up a scalpel, cut open my abdomen, and brutally carved out my uterus, leaving me to bleed to death. Apollo believed her lies, convinced that the child I carried wasn’t his. He ignored my desperate pleas for help, spread rumors that I had eloped with another man, and even erased all traces of my existence. He said, “She and I shall never meet again, in life or death.” It wasn’t until five years later that surveillance footage of Bailey’s brutal murder of me was exposed. ***** My soul floated in mid-air, staring at the paused frame on the computer screen. I gazed blankly at myself lying on the bed, a gaping hole in my abdomen, the white sheets long since soaked in blood, and a mosaic-blurred mass of flesh lying quietly on the floor. Even my face was pixelated. “Don’t know who could be so vicious. The victim had almost no ability to fight back—looks like she was drugged,” said Apollo’s colleague Cooper Olson, watching the footage with regret. “But this video the tipster provided is from five years ago. Is there still any point in reporting it now?” Apollo leaned forward: “No matter when, we should always speak for the vulnerable. Let’s watch it from the beginning.” I stared at his righteous silhouette, the nameplate on his desk clearly reading “Chief News Anchor Apollo Stephens.” In the five years since my death, he seemed to be doing quite well. Back then, Bailey had spread rumors that I was with Jeremia Harper, and apparently Apollo had easily believed it. My ashes were probably taken by Jeremia, which is why no one ever buried me properly. I became a wandering soul with nowhere to rest. Until a few days ago, when my urn was discovered. My ashes, along with this video, were sent to Vision News. Now, Apollo clicked play on the video. I nervously clenched my fists. The video began with the fetus falling from my body. He frowned and said, “A baby this size is at least five months along. She was definitely drugged.” He sighed softly: “It’s really not easy for a woman to carry a child. Bailey also tried for five years before getting pregnant.” Hearing about Bailey’s pregnancy, my heart felt like it was bleeding. That twin sister of mine, more gentle and considerate than I ever was, could actually conceive peacefully after committing such atrocities. While my child would never come back. Cooper patted Apollo’s shoulder: “Don’t worry. It wasn’t easy for you and Bailey, especially after Hannah hurt Bailey when she ran off with that man, leaving her health compromised ever since.” At the mention of my name, Apollo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression clearly reluctant to discuss it. Cooper also sensed the awkwardness and coughed uncomfortably. Next, the pixelated Bailey in the video raised the scalpel and stabbed it viciously into me. Her movements were swift and decisive, completely unlike the woman who usually couldn’t even open a bottle cap. She roared and screamed, her voice almost unrecognizable. In the video, my head turned to the side, as if I felt no pain, only gazing at the bloody mass on the floor. My child would have been born in just a few more months. It was still moving, still struggling, crying out to me for help. But I hadn’t even thought of a name for it yet. I opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound, only crying silently. Tears kept streaming down my face. Bailey leaned close to my ear, speaking in an almost inaudible voice: “What if he knew this child was yours and Jeremia’s?” I used my last bit of strength to grab her, shaking my head frantically, my voice still weak: “No! How could I possibly…” Apollo didn’t recognize my voice. If Bailey and I didn’t look identical, he probably would have forgotten what I looked like long ago. He stood up with a serious expression and walked straight toward the broadcast studio. Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and asked: “Has this video been turned over to the police?” Cooper nodded quickly: “Before sending it here, the anonymous tipster had already contacted the local Westchester County police.” “Westchester County?” Apollo’s brow furrowed slightly, as if remembering something, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid. Cooper noticed his reaction: “Apollo, are you okay?” Apollo didn’t say much more, only instructing: “Make sure to ask the police to decode the pixelation in the video.” Then he added: “Such a brutal killer can’t be allowed to remain at large.” I smiled bitterly in the air. Apollo, if you knew that the gentle wife you cherish so much is the real killer, would you still say that?
I was forced to follow Apollo, witnessing him deliver the entire news broadcast. Everything I had experienced before my death was now being made public. But no one knew, nor could anyone possibly believe, that the victim was the very international young anesthesiologist who had dominated the headlines five years ago on Christmas, accused of abandoning her career and having an affair. After Apollo finished work, he hurried to drive to the high-rise revolving restaurant in the city center. At the luxurious VIP table, a woman in elegant attire was already seated with her back turned. I recognized her immediately as Bailey. Apollo walked over, first kissing her cheek affectionately, then handing her the gift he was carrying. He said, “This is just for the baby. The little one will look adorable in this outfit.” Bailey’s eyes flashed with delight as she responded coquettishly, “Why are you in such a rush? I’m only two months pregnant. We don’t even know if this one will make it.” Apollo gently took Bailey’s hand and placed it on his chest, his gaze filled with adoration. He promised, “No matter what it takes, I’ll make sure this child is born safely.” I never expected Apollo to care so much about his child with Bailey. When I accidentally got pregnant back then, I went to him full of joy. But he only said indifferently that his job was unstable, that he couldn’t afford it, and told me to get rid of the baby. He didn’t even glance at the ultrasound report in my hands. I once thought he didn’t like children. Now I see he simply didn’t want to have children with me. Bailey’s grip on her glass gradually tightened, her brow furrowing slightly. She said, “It’s all my fault for being useless. Five years and I still haven’t been able to make you a father.” Apollo quickly took the glass from her hand and grasped her hands tightly. He comforted her softly, “How can you say that? It’s clearly Hannah who caused all this. How many times have you miscarried these past few years? How much suffering have you endured!” “I was just trying to be kind and reason with her…” Bailey seemed triggered, covering her head as her shoulders trembled with grief. “She’s not my sister! She doesn’t deserve to be!” Apollo pulled her into his arms with heartache. He said, “If I ever run into that bitch again, I’ll punish her severely and make her apologize to you! Come on now, don’t cry. It’s not good for your health.” I remembered that Bailey had an incomplete uterine septum, a congenital uterine malformation. This condition made her prone to miscarriages, with extremely low chances of successful pregnancy. She had been insecure about it, even hiding it from her family. I never expected that to cover up the truth later, she would deceive everyone into believing it was caused by my assault. I finally understood—she had my healthy uterus removed out of jealousy. I shook my head frantically in mid-air, desperately trying to expose her true motives. But no one could hear me, no one responded. Apollo then pulled out his phone and made a brief call. He said, “I told Gianna you weren’t feeling well and couldn’t attend her sixtieth birthday party tomorrow. See? She loves you so much, when has she ever said no?” My mother Gianna Walker’s birthday parties used to be mandatory for me to attend, while Bailey could come and go as she pleased. Because I was once her most beloved and proudest daughter. But things were different now. For Bailey’s smooth pregnancy, Gianna readily agreed to her missing the birthday party. Bailey said softly, “Mom loves me the most. Even if she agrees on the surface, she must be disappointed inside. Hannah has already disappointed her enough, so I should still go tomorrow.” My heart was instantly pierced with pain. She had taken away my marriage, taken away my life, and also taken away Gianna, who loved me most. No one knew the truth. As I watched in heartbroken anguish, Apollo gently wiped away the tears on Bailey’s face. “Bailey, you’re just too kind.”
This was less of a birthday party and more like they were throwing another wedding reception. From the moment Bailey walked into the venue arm-in-arm with Apollo, the two became the center of attention. Gianna sat quietly beside them, watching them with loving eyes. I unexpectedly spotted my closest colleague, Malia Owens, in the crowd. I instinctively raised my hand to wave at her, but watched as she walked straight toward Bailey instead. She embraced Bailey warmly, affectionately calling her “sweetheart.” She used to only call me that. She said, “Bailey, did you see the news? That incident your husband reported yesterday—it happened at our hospital!” For a moment, I actually looked forward to seeing panic flash across Bailey’s face. But quite the opposite happened—her expression remained calm. “Yeah, I noticed that too.” Malia frowned and shook her head. “I wonder if it’ll affect our hospital’s reputation. The last PR crisis we had was five Christmases ago when Hannah suddenly quit and left, causing the hospital to face massive complaints.” This was the first time I’d ever heard Malia speak my name with such disgust. Before, she would always defend me, standing firmly by my side and shielding me from gossip. Bailey lowered her head to take a sip of water and said casually, “Hannah must have had her reasons.” Malia slammed the table angrily. “Reasons? She cheated and ran off with someone else! How could she abandon all those patients?” Her voice suddenly rose, drawing stares from people around us. That’s when Apollo finally spoke up. “So many people were waiting for her that day. Someone with a critical condition nearly had their treatment delayed. Others missed their optimal examination window, which led to complications. Even Mr. Wallace got so upset he fell ill. Thank God Bailey was there. Despite her own injuries, she completed that emergency surgery.” Hearing how he referred to me, my heart felt like it was being crushed in someone’s fist. He wouldn’t even say my name anymore. Dean Henry Wallace also walked over and gently patted Bailey’s back. He said, “That’s right. Even though it was against protocol, you stepped in just in time. You later proved with your skills that my decision to promote you to Hannah’s position was the right call!” Colleagues around us applauded, showering Bailey with praise. Even Gianna stood up and said, “Even though they’re twins, Bailey is so much better than Hannah. Hannah might as well be dead.” Looking at the undisguised hatred on Gianna’s face, my heart ached. I thought, “But Mom, do you know? I am dead. If you knew I was dead, would you be sad?” At that moment, a flash of smugness crossed Bailey’s eyes before she casually looked toward Apollo. She asked, “Apollo, if Hannah died, would you be sad?” “No.” Apollo answered without hesitation, his tone so decisive it seemed like he’d rehearsed it countless times. He said, “Someone as shameless as her—even if she had given birth to that child, she deserved to be trampled to death. She betrayed her profession and hurt so many people. She should have died on the operating table, cut open and gutted. Her death would be a blessing to humanity.” I stared at Apollo in shock, listening to him speak words that seemed to prophesy my death, my mind flooding with memories of that despair and agony. I thought, “But Apollo, you were the biological father of that child!” Tears of blood fell as I smiled bitterly and whispered, “Apollo, congratulations. You got your wish.” The moment Henry mentioned me, his expression changed instantly. “Someone like Hannah—I was completely blind back then. If I’d known what she was really like, I never would have recommended her to the hospital!” Malia immediately chimed in: “You weren’t the only one who misjudged her! I trusted her for so many years, and it turns out she was just putting on an act in front of me the whole time!” I covered my mouth, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. I’d always thought that even if Bailey deceived her family, my colleagues wouldn’t erase all my past efforts and achievements. I thought they would at least believe in my commitment to professional ethics. I never imagined that eight years of working together couldn’t withstand a few malicious lies. Just then, Apollo’s phone buzzed with a message. Someone had sent him a video. Worried about upsetting Bailey, he excused himself to his colleagues, saying he needed to step away for a moment. I followed him into the restroom. He opened the message. [Mr. Stephens, this surveillance footage isn’t very clear to begin with, but we’ve managed to restore the victim’s image.] [The victim appears to be connected to you somehow. You should take a look yourself.] My breath caught as I thought: “Can they really decode that pixelated footage?” The video began playing, the image gradually becoming clearer. I saw my own face appear in the frame. Apollo watched it over and over again, at least a dozen times. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly punched the bathroom door. Then he immediately called the officer: “Is there any possibility this video was fabricated?” The voice on the other end replied: “We haven’t found any evidence of tampering so far.” Apollo’s face was filled with disbelief. He said: “As a journalist, I have to maintain a rigorous attitude toward the authenticity of evidence. And given my relationship with her, I have every reason to suspect someone deliberately created this for me to see.” I couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. Bailey could win his trust with just a sentence or two. But now, even seeing me in the video with his own eyes, he still firmly believed the footage was fabricated. He was even convinced that I had faked my death to escape and be with someone else. He pressed further: “Please give me information about whoever provided this video.” But of course, the police couldn’t reveal such information. So he contacted his assistant instead, demanding they investigate everything related to Westchester County and me. With his mind heavy with thoughts, he returned to his seat. His gaze toward Bailey became complicated. Noticing this, Bailey immediately asked with concern: “What’s wrong? Do you have work to handle?” Apollo brushed it off with a few words, saying it was work-related. After a few drinks, he casually asked: “By the way, where did you say Jeremia was from?” Bailey’s expression faltered slightly. She said: “They mentioned going to Westchester County, but I don’t know where they went after that.” I saw Apollo let out a cold laugh. He was probably even more convinced now that I had orchestrated the entire video. He didn’t trust me, and he didn’t even trust the police. Seeing his frown deepen, Bailey asked softly: “Why are you suddenly bringing him up? Did something happen at work that made you think of her?” She put on an act of being hurt and jealous. Perhaps afraid of frightening her, Apollo softened his tone: “There’s a news story involving Westchester County, and I suddenly remembered that man seemed to be from that area too, so I was just asking.” Bailey paused briefly, then asked nonchalantly: “Are you planning to investigate this case?” Apollo shook his head naturally: “No need. I’ve already turned it over to the police.” A flash of panic crossed Bailey’s eyes. Just then, Apollo received a message about Jeremia’s hometown address. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, preparing to leave, but Bailey stopped him. Bailey said: “Today is Mom’s sixtieth birthday. Where else could you possibly want to go?” The others nearby heard this and joined in trying to stop him: “Exactly! It’s rare for everyone to be together like this. Are you really going to abandon Bailey and Gianna to go find someone else?” Malia looked particularly displeased: “Don’t talk about work. I heard you already cleared your schedule for Bailey. You’re not leaving!” Apollo was getting impatient. He simply said a friend had an emergency and needed his help. Then he politely apologized to Gianna and walked straight out, ignoring everyone’s attempts to make him stay. Bailey remained seated, motionless, watching his retreating figure with eyes full of unease.
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