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I was murdered on a Tuesday.
It wasn't a quick death, and it wasn't by a stranger.
My own brother, Matthew, stood by while his girlfriend, Sabrina, and her boyfriend, Anthony, took their time ending my life in a derelict motel room.
Why? Because I got back the $100,000 Sabrina scammed from my foolish brother, and they called it "harassment."
After I was gone, Matthew even helped them get reduced charges, painting them as victims.
The cold betrayal broke something in me forever.
Then, I woke up.
It was the exact day Matthew first came to me, tears streaming, confessing Sabrina had scammed him out of $100,000.
Echoes of the past, a chilling sense of impossible repetition.
I watched him cry, his words a perfect replay, and a cold, solid rage settled in my chest.
This time, I wouldn't save him.
I would make them all pay, in a way they could never imagine.