I dragged my broken leg upstairs, limping heavily. No one followed.

“Mom, Dad, Brother, let it go. It’s my birthday. I don’t want to argue with Iris,” Clara said softly.

My brother sighed. “Our Clara is so generous—unlike some people, always scheming. It’s disgusting.”

“What, too scared to come closer? Can’t face the truth?” Ethan frowned. “Clara’s protecting you, and yet you act so ungrateful. Do you only feel satisfied when you humiliate yourself?”

I stopped trying to reason with them and went straight to my room.

My phone was still recording on the table. I played it back—perfect. Everything was captured.

I sent the video to our family group chat. Minutes later, they all stormed in.

My brother waved his phone angrily. “What’s the meaning of this video?”

“Isn’t it clear? Clara ordered her brothers to assault me. They admitted it themselves.”

Father shook his head. “Impossible. Clara would never do that. Those two acted on their own—it has nothing to do with her.”

Clara cried, “Iris, you must believe me! I didn’t send them! I’ll confront them myself! Where are they?”

“Of course they ran off. Did you think I’d let them stick around to confess?”

Mother looked at me worriedly. “Iris, you hurt yourself jumping from the third floor. Should we call a doctor?”

Ethan frowned. “Wait—how did you even film this? Did you plan it with them?”

I laughed bitterly. “Ethan, they’re Clara’s brothers. Why would I work with them?”

“Maybe you bribed them to frame Clara!” my brother snapped. “Ethan’s right. Iris plotted this whole thing!”

Clara sobbed harder. “Iris, I’m your sister! Why would you do this to me?”

Mother’s expression hardened. “Iris, you’ve truly disappointed me.”

Father scoffed. “We should never have taken her back!”

In that instant, all my love for this family died. “You want to know how I got that recording? Fine—I’ll tell you.”

“Before they broke in, I was recording my last words.”

Ethan laughed mockingly. “Your last words? What nonsense! Are you saying you plan to die?”

“Yes. I’m leaving this world today.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! If you die, I’ll eat shit!” my brother shouted. “Iris Blake, have you gone insane? Why kill yourself now?”

“You’re calling me a liar?” I choked back tears. “Brother, your heart only holds Clara. Did you forget you had a wife named Lena?”

“Mom, Dad—did you forget your kind daughter-in-law too?”

“Lena is dead because none of you would operate on her. You all stayed by Clara’s side, and that’s why she died.”

“She’s gone now, and I have nothing left. I’ll follow her.”

They all stared back—cold, disgusted.

My brother sneered. “You and Lena still acting? What is this, a soap opera?”

“How’s she going to act next? Pretend to be a corpse again to scare us?”

“No need. You won’t see her again. I’ve already cremated her and scattered her ashes at sea.” Ethan tugged his brother’s arm. “Let’s ignore Iris. She’s only performing for attention. If no one reacts, she’ll have no audience.”

Father glared at me. “From now on, stay in your room and reflect! When you’ve come to your senses, apologize to your sister. Until then, no food!”

“Endure the pain if you must. We won’t call a doctor until you apologize to Clara!”

They surrounded Clara and left together.

At the door, Clara turned back and mouthed, You’ll never win.

Her provocation no longer angered me.

Because soon, I’d finally leave this place—return to my own world, reunite with Lena, and live the carefree, wealthy life my best friend promised me.

Originally, I meant to die quietly in my room, but they pushed too far. So, I decided to make them watch.

I climbed to the villa's rooftop, overlooking the pool below.

The family was laughing, tossing a ball in the water with Clara.

I sat at the edge, pulled out a fruit knife, aimed for my carotid artery, and slashed without hesitation.

Blood burst forth instantly.

Someone below shouted, “She’s going to jump!”

Everyone looked up.

Mom screamed, “Iris, what are you doing? Come down!”

Dad snorted, “Ignore her! Even if she jumps, we won’t forgive her until she apologizes to Clara!”

Brother scowled. “Iris, enough with your act! We’ve had it!”

Clara sobbed again. “Why is Iris doing this to me? Is she trying to prove I’m guilty by killing herself?”

“I can’t clear my name—so I might as well die!”

Ethan hugged her tightly. “Clara, this is exactly what Iris wants.”

Then Clara shouted, “If you’re going to jump, then do it! Stop pretending!”

Ethan added, “If you dare jump, I, Ethan, will take your surname!”

My vision dimmed from blood loss.

With my last strength, I screamed, “Then listen well—my surname is Blake!”

I leapt, crashing into the pool like a falling rock. Blood splattered across them.