They called us the brilliant Reed sisters, both surgeons.
I was Evelyn, the older one, and in my last life, I poured everything into saving Daniel Sterling, the man I was supposed to marry.
I sacrificed my career, my groundbreaking research, my very soul, all to make him whole.
My younger sister, Sarah, was meant for Alexander Thorne, a dying tech mogul, in a high-risk medical trial, and she died tragically.
Everyone thought Daniel adored me, but the moment he no longer needed me, he ruined me.
He revoked my license, shattered my reputation, and cast me out, spitting, "Sarah was supposed to be my wife!"
I died alone, broken and in debt, a shell of who I once was.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back, sitting in our living room, at the exact moment my fate was sealed.
My parents worried, Sarah looked pale, and then came the words: One of us would marry Daniel Sterling, the other Alexander Thorne and his substantial compensation.
Sarah, the selfless act perfected, whispered, "I can do it. I'll marry Mr. Thorne."
In my past life, I fell for it, sacrificing myself for her.
But this time, I saw the flicker of triumph in her eyes, I remembered Daniel's coldness.
The words tasted like poison, but I forced them out, changing everything: "No, Sarah. You're right."
To the stunned silence, I stated, "You said you would do it for the family. So you should marry Daniel Sterling."
I turned to my parents, my voice clear. "I will marry CEO Alexander Thorne."
Sarah's panic was real. "You love Daniel! You can't throw your life away!"
Daniel burst in, disdain and anger on his handsome face. "Evelyn, what is this nonsense? Marry Alexander Thorne? Are you out of your mind?"
He saw me as a transaction, a tool, but that realization no longer hurt.
"I said," I repeated, my voice ringing with finality, "I am willing to marry CEO Alexander Thorne."