Maybe in Matthew's eyes, his real sister had already died.

That was just as well; he wouldn't be too upset when he learned the truth.

I did die on the day he watched Halle's fashion show.

No one knew what I'd been up to these years, let alone that I became an undercover agent for the police.

Before the bust, I came face to face with the backstage boss, Vincent Kent's mysterious girlfriend.

The moment Halle appeared before me with her nose in the air, I knew I was probably a goner. She smiled at me, said "long time no see," and showed me a video of cat abuse.

"So, you've become a police informant. Just as stupid as your father!" she sneered. Then, she pointed to a location on the map and said, "If you want to know the truth about our parents' death, go there yourself.

"You know how much Matthew loves me as a sister," she added with a mocking smile in her eyes. I knew she was using Matthew to blackmail me. I had to go; I didn't dare not to.

It was an abandoned slaughterhouse. Halle dismembered a sheep in front of me.

The sheep only died when the knife finally pierced its heart.

The sheep's head was right in front of me, its eyes filled with despair and horror.

Just like me now, knowing my fate.

Halle wiped her hands and tossed the tools to a nearby henchman.

Vincent stood on the second floor, watching leisurely with a glass of red wine in his hand.

His deep voice echoed in the empty warehouse: "Cate, huh? You've been deceiving me for so long. Tell me, what evidence have you gathered? Give it to me, and I'll make your death quick and painless."

I remained silent and engaged in a fight with the men present.

A bullet unexpectedly pierced my scapula, and as I was pressed down on the chopping block, my feet struggled to kick against the ground.

Halle smiled at me and hooked up a bag of drugs to my IV.

"What are you waiting for? Let's begin," she ordered.

I watched in horror as these maniacs slowly dismembered my body.

Although I couldn't feel the pain, the sight was more agonizing than death itself.

After a while, Halle adjusted her hair and said smugly, "I have to go. Matthew's expecting me at the fashion show."

She blew me a kiss, and her eyes were full of triumph and satisfaction.

As they cut open my stomach, Vincent bent down and offered me his phone. "Cate, Matthew's on the line. Quick, ask him to come and save you."

Predictably, the sound of the disconnected call echoed through the warehouse.

He laughed wildly and took away the anesthetic.

The pain started to return to my body, intense and unbearable.

Indescribable agony.

In my final moments of consciousness, only one thought crossed my mind. Matthew, I'm dead now? Are you happy?

Even though I was dead, justice would not be denied.

No one knew where I had hidden the evidence I'd collected.

Halle turned every place I might have gone upside down but came up empty-handed.

She had no choice but to repeatedly grill Matthew for answers, but he remained tight-lipped.

Desperate, Halle turned her attention to Amy Lawrance.

Under the guise of celebrating Matthew's birthday, she invited Amy over.

Amy had been a close friend of my mother's, someone who had watched us grow up.

Matthew, who worked long hours and came home late, was genuinely pleased to see Amy. A rare smile softened his usually stern face. After a few drinks, Amy sighed and asked, "Matthew, after all these years, you still haven't forgiven Cate?

"She's been feeling guilty all this time. The accident wasn't her fault." As Amy spoke, her eyes welled up. "If your parents were still here, they would never have wanted Cate to suffer like this."

Matthew braced his forehead with his hands, his tone cold. "Amy, please don't talk about her."

Amy hesitated for a moment but continued, "We had planned to visit your parents' memorial together, but Cate's been unreachable.

"It's been days. Do you think something could have happened to her? She's just a girl, after all."

Matthew scoffed, "What could happen to her? Death would be a relief."

Halle, ever perceptive, chimed in, "Amy, it's getting late. Let me take you home."

Hearing this made me anxious. The evidence was indeed hidden with Amy.