Chapter 1

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My brother killed a police officer in a drunk driving accident, yet my entire family forced me to take the fall for him.

My mother said, "Your brother's health is fragile. What's the big deal if you spend a few years in prison for him? Don't be so selfish."

My father added, "How did I raise such an ungrateful wolf? If you hadn't left your car unlocked, would your brother have even taken it?"

My fiancé even threatened me, "If you don't help Finn, I'm breaking up with you! He's always been delicate, and he's terrified right now. Do you even have a heart?"

I didn't want to accept it, but they pushed me to the edge with threats of their own deaths.

In the end, to repay the debt of my upbringing, I took my own life in a staged act of guilt.

...

As I floated beside my mother, I finally realized I was dead.

Currently, a detective was staring sternly at my parents. "I'll ask you one more time. It was your eldest son, Caleb, who drove drunk and fled after the fatal collision, correct?"

My father nodded immediately. "His mother and I can testify! He was the one driving that night. For a guy like him, doing something like this is perfectly normal."

Fearing the detective wouldn't believe them, my mother chimed in, "Yes, yes! It was definitely him. That boy has been a liar since he was a child. He always bullied his brother. He's just a bad seed!"

With a few sentences, they helped the police close the case.

Watching this, I felt an indescribable bitterness.

The images before my death flashed through my mind.

My brother, Finn, stole my car while intoxicated.

When a traffic cop tried to stop him, he did the unthinkable―he accelerated and ran the officer over, killing him on the spot.

When my parents found out, their first reaction wasn't to scold him. Instead, they called to order me to go to prison in his place.

How could I agree?

If I did, my life would be over!

Why should I suffer for his crime?

But the moment I refused, the parents who had been speaking nicely to me a second ago turned vicious.

My mother screamed, "Your brother is sick! Why can't you help him? It's just a few years. Why are you so heartless?"

My father yelled, "I regret raising you! If you had locked your car properly, Finn wouldn't be in this mess!"

Leanne, my fiancé, called to threaten me too. "If you don't save Finn, we're over! He's so weak and he's crying. Where is your compassion?"

To force my hand, my parents even threatened to jump off a building, leaving me to live with the guilt of their blood on my hands.

But what they didn't realize was that Finn's crime wasn't just a simple prison sentence.

He had intentionally run over a cop. With a fatality involved, he was looking at life behind bars or worse.

To settle the score of my existence with them, I ended my own life.

I'm dead now. They should finally be satisfied.