Chapter 11 Sarah kneeled before my headstone, trembling all over. Thomas pulled out a stack of yellowed photographs from his suit pocket, throwing them one by one in front of her. "Your mother was our dad's mistress." In the photos, a beautiful woman stood beside young Dad, her eyes greedy. "She used to be a maid at the mansion, then she became Dad's lover." Joseph continued, "After she got pregnant, Dad gave her money and told her to leave. But she secretly gave birth to you." Sarah's eyes widened, her lips trembling. "No... That's impossible..." "And Cynthia..." Joseph's hand touched my headstone, his voice breaking. "She was our real sister." Thomas crouched down and grabbed Sarah's chin, forcing her to look at the photo on the headstone. "Your mother went crazy wanting you to become a Sinclair when she learned the family's newborn was a girl. "She orchestrated the kidnapping when we took Cynthia out to play. She then planned to wait until you were older so that the age difference wouldn't show, then sent you back to replace Cynthia." Sarah shook her head frantically, screaming, "That's not true! You're lying!" Joseph laughed coldly. "Too bad they didn't expect me to rescue Cynthia. Even more ridiculous is that we never thought Cynthia was really our sister, and we never considered doing a paternity test with her." "And your mother..." Thomas smiled sarcastically. "She couldn't bear to give you up but didn't dare expose herself, so she waited. "Until three years ago, when she carefully orchestrated your accidental appearance before us. We felt guilty about losing our sister. When we saw that fake birthmark on you and heard the tragic story your mother made up, we believed it completely." Sarah collapsed completely, falling limp to the ground. She had thought herself the legitimate daughter, but she and her mother were nothing but con artists. "No... Even if that's true, so what..." She clutched her hair neurotically. "I'm still your sister!" Joseph grabbed her hair and forced her to look up at my headstone. "Look carefully! This is our real sister! And you killed her with your own hands!" What happened next was something even I, as a ghost, couldn't bear to watch. They used belts, fists, and everything they could find to brutally punish Sarah in front of my headstone. Her screams echoed through the cemetery. "It's not enough..." Joseph's eyes were wild. "This is nowhere near enough!" I studied the insane pain on his face and suddenly felt Sarah had been right about one thing. These two brothers were true sadists at heart. Joseph dragged Sarah's convulsing body and shoved her back into the car. 1/2 "Take her home. We'll continue there." The Sinclair residence became Sarah's hell. This time, she couldn't rely on her identity as their sister to help her. All the punishment methods Joseph and Thomas had inflicted on me over the years, they returned them to Sarah with interest. Belts, starvation, and even confinement. She tried begging for mercy and faking illness. She even tried her old trick of having panic attacks. But this time, no one would show mercy. Three months later, Sarah could no longer endure it. She tried to slit her throat with broken glass. When they found her, she was barely alive. I crouched beside her, poking at her with my transparent fingers. She finally saw me, and her vacant eyes were filled with terror. But she didn't succeed in dying. Joseph and Thomas personally admitted her to a psychiatric hospital famous for its electroshock therapy. The moment the iron doors slammed shut before her, she let out a desperate wail. She knew she was finished. The night they finished dealing with Sarah, they drove home. Rain poured down in torrents, and Joseph drove with vacant eyes. "Joe..." Thomas suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse. "Do you think Cynthia... hated us at the end?" Joseph's grip on the steering wheel tightened suddenly. He had no right to answer. Just then, blinding headlights cut through the darkness. In the violent impact, their car rolled down the cliff. Joseph died instantly, while Thomas suffered compound fractures in both legs and was pulled from the wreckage in a deep coma. Soon after, the media dug up all the scandals-the dirty secrets of the Sinclair family, Sarah's true identity, and their abuse of me. The once-prominent Sinclair family collapsed overnight. When Thomas woke up in intensive care and learned of Joseph's death and his own permanent disability, he suffered a complete mental breakdown and was transferred to another psychiatric hospital. He spent his days muttering to himself, calling out "Cynthia" to empty air. After trying to escape, Sarah had a lobotomy. Day after day, she endured torturous "treatment", living a fate worse than death. I floated above the clouds, watching as all this chaos finally came to an end. The last thread of obsession that had kept me here dissolved into nothing. Sunlight pierced through the heavy clouds, casting warm golden rays that gently enveloped my weightless soul. I flew toward that warm light source, my form growing fainter and fainter until I dissolved into specks of light. I said goodbye to this world. In my next life, I would have a real family. 2/2