Mike’s back hit the wall hard.

My parents were also furious. “You and that brat Nathan really are just the same! Get him out of here. He’s never allowed to enter the Miller Family house again!”

Justin was still crying.

Winona watched as Mike was dragged outside. Even when he reached the door, he was still shouting in anger.

She frowned slightly, but soon her eyes softened as she turned back to Justin’s tearful, pitiful face.

“I know I was born poor, but I never stole or hurt anyone. Why would they accuse me like that?”

Winona instinctively reached out with a tissue to wipe his tears, then suddenly stopped herself and handed it to him instead.

“Don’t worry. We would never believe something that ridiculous.”

“That’s right, Justin. Nathan just wanted attention. He made up this story to make us panic and misunderstand you.”

“Don’t worry. We’re all on your side.”

I closed my eyes in pain.

My family.

My lover.

All of them standing together, promising to always believe the man who killed me.

That night, I overheard Justin on the phone with someone.

“Of course not. When we fell from the snowy mountain, the gloves and the spikes on his boots were damaged. That’s normal, right? Who would ever think I actually messed with them?”

So, it was true…

The broken spikes on my boots that couldn’t grip the ice, my gloves and boots that couldn’t keep me warm… none of it was an accident.

“That spoiled brat was so funny. I only said I was freezing to death and he actually forgot we were enemies. He gave me his warm gear and said we would settle things after we got off the mountain.”

“Hahaha! Man, that’s hilarious.”

***

Winona called me more than ten times, yet not a single call was answered.

Frustrated, she left me a voice message.

“I’ve already picked the wedding dresses. Five different styles. If you don’t come back soon, I’ll choose the ugliest one and marry you in it.”

There was still no reply.

“Nathan, actually, I know what you did to Justin. That’s why I haven’t talked to you lately. What you did was crossing the line.”

“But… after thinking for a long time, I realized I really do love you. I’m trying to make things right with your brother-in-law, but my heart only belongs to you.”

“Still, I understand you were just young and foolish and I’m willing to help you change. Please text me when you see this, Nathan. We still have to choose our wedding venue.”

She didn’t know that I was right beside her, listening.

I gave a bitter smile.

Winona… We’ve been together for ten years.

Ten years and that’s still not enough for you to know my heart? How could a few words from someone else erase the ten years you’ve known me?

Late into the night, Winona still couldn’t sleep. She kept scrolling through our old messages. The man who used to reply in less than ten minutes was now completely silent.

“Winona?” Seeing her put on her coat and head out in the middle of the night, Justin called out curiously.

“Nathan wouldn’t stay silent this long. I’m worried something bad happened to him. I’m going to find Walter and Mike.”

“Wait,” Justin said, grabbing her arm. His expression hesitated, uncertain. “Actually…”

He sighed, then let go. “Forget it. Go if you want.”

“What is it?” she frowned.

“It’s nothing…”

“Is it about Nathan?”

“No, really, it’s nothing.”

“Tell me!” After a moment of silence and a few tugs on her hand, Justin finally pressed his lips together and sighed.

“You’re worried about him in the middle of the night, but he’s busy having fun with his ex.”

A fake video of me and my ex-girlfriend appeared on Justin’s phone. The moment Winona saw it, her face turned pale, then flushed red with shock.

Justin quickly pulled his phone back. “If it weren’t because you insisted, I wouldn’t even show you this… He hurt me so badly. And I still can’t bring myself to hate him.”

Winona went back to her room with clenched fists. Her eyes were red with anger and heartbreak.

She opened my chat window and coldly typed, [Let’s break up. You don’t deserve me.]

I stood not far away, fists clenched just as tightly. “Alright…”

The next day was Justin’s birthday.

No one seemed to care where I had gone. Only my sister, Isabel, looked restless, with dark circles shadowing her eyes.

She stood beside Winona, watching the stream of guests pour into the hall. “Has my brother messaged you lately?”

Winona didn’t speak. She just handed over the phone. The moment Isabel saw the video, her face hardened.

“Winona,” she called out, stopping her. “Don’t tell Mother and Father…”

She replied coldly, “Of course.”

“Today is Justin’s birthday and Nathan still isn’t back?” My parents, dressed elegantly, looked displeased.

“He disappears all the time, but on Justin’s birthday, too? Does he think the whole world revolves around him?”

My mother sounded impatient. “Just forget about him.”

The party began. She raised her glass high and announced proudly, “Today is my son’s birthday!”

“My son-in-law, Justin Meyer, is the only true heir of the Miller Family. The treasure of our home.”

Someone in the crowd said, “Then what about Nathan?”

Mother smiled faintly. “Him? He doesn’t even count as one of us.”

Just then, the giant LED screen behind them flickered.

It was supposed to be a 360° slideshow of Justin’s best photos, but the images suddenly vanished, replaced by a breaking news broadcast.

[A Dying Message Written in Blood Found in Snowy Mountains]

Mother was about to scold the stagehands for switching the wrong channel.

But before anyone could move, the screen filled with a swirl of white snow. Amidst the snow, a single red line of blood appeared.

[In my next life, I will never be part of the Miller family again.]