The guests left with strange looks.

The core family members gathered in the study.

Barry asked, "Where's Charlotte? Has anyone seen her today?"

Calvin shook his head and put down his phone. "Her phone is turned off. I've called all the places she often goes, but she's not there."

"She's gone missing again!" My stepmother slapped the table. "Every time Susan has something important going on, she plays this trick! Can't she be more mature?"

"That's why we must find her." Calvin frowned and stood up.

Just then, a scream interrupted everyone.

It was Susan. She rushed out of the room, holding a blood-stained dagger in her hand. "Blood! There's blood in Charlotte's room!"

Barry and Calvin rushed into my room.

There was a large pool of dark red blood on the carpet beside my bed; it was half dry. Beside it was the dagger with my initials engraved on the hilt.

"And this..." Susan trembled as she handed over a note.

Calvin took it and read it out loud, "Susan, you made me do this. If you steal Calvin, I'll kill you and then commit suicide."

Seeing the imitation handwriting again, I was calm. I was even curious about just how much Susan had prepared to deal with me.

Barry's voice trembled. "Find Charlotte! Immediately! Right now!"

Everyone in the manor was mobilized. They searched every room and every corner, except the safe house. Only Susan and I had the keys to the safe house, and mine was with Susan.

"Have you searched the safe house?" Calvin asked.

Susan's expression changed slightly. "It's... It's locked. Charlotte might not be there..."

"Open it and see," Barry said.

"I... I can't find the key," Susan said.

"Then get the cutting machine," Barry ordered.

Susan suddenly screamed, "No! Charlotte... Charlotte's secret is inside! She doesn't want anyone to know!"

"What secret?" Calvin turned to look at her.

"She... She hid drugs and... evidence of dealings with the police in there. She once said she would expose everything and ruin the family if you pressured her too much!" Susan spoke quickly like she had it memorized.

It was the perfect frame-up.

Everyone's eyes changed, even Calvin seemed to waver.

Susan saw this and continued, "Yesterday… Yesterday, I overheard her on the phone, saying… she was going to sell the family's money laundering network to the FBI..."

My stepmother was furious. "She'd better not let me find her, or I'll make her regret being alive!"

A series of dangerous statements silenced everyone, including me.

Barry just patted Susan's shoulder. "You're not fully recovered yet. Don't get too worked up."

Calvin opened his mouth but said nothing.

I watched it all from the air and suddenly felt incredibly tired. I was too tired to explain or prove anything. I was already dead anyway. The voices of the dead were inaudible to the living.

After a long while, Calvin softly broke the silence. "No matter what, Charlotte is most likely injured. Even if she deserves to die, she should be brought back and dealt with."

However, no one had a clue where to look for me. After all, I had always been dispensable to them.

I clung to Calvin, carefully observing him as I pondered it. I used to stick around even after arguing with him. I needed him to recall this as he was a key part of my revenge...

Calvin suddenly spoke up as if he had heard my voice. "I'll go and check out her apartment."

"I'm going too," Susan said immediately.

Calvin hesitated for a moment. "Stay at home and rest."

"No." Susan grabbed his arm, tears welling up in her eyes again. "I want to ask Charlotte to her face... why she hates me so much... "

Look, what a perfect victim!

I was floating in the air as I watched and suddenly felt like laughing, if souls could laugh.

...

Calvin stood outside my apartment door, hesitantly looking at the combination lock. I never told anyone the password because it was my only sanctuary and refuge from reality.

He tried my birthday and his birthday—both incorrect. Finally, he entered 0713, and the door opened. I saw a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth before he pulled open the door.

Susan followed him into my apartment.

My bedroom was exactly as I had left it. On the bedside table was a photo of Calvin and me from last year in Venico… He was holding me while I smiled like a fool.

Below the photo was my diary. I had deliberately placed it there.

He opened the first page...

[List of Disappointments

[1. At eight years old, Susan broke the vase Mom left behind and accused me of it. Dad punished me by making me kneel all night.]

...

[23. At 15 years old, I was shot and hospitalized. My family was with Susan for her birthday. Only the butler came to see me.]

...

[51. Calvin forgot our anniversary for the first time. He said he was 'busy with family matters,' but I later found out he was shopping with Susan.]

...

[69. I hid in a garbage can for eight hours to avoid being kidnapped. Barry kept blaming me for dirtying his car but wouldn't listen to my explanation.]

...

[81. Yesterday, Susan poisoned my coffee. I told everyone, but no one believed me.]

...

[99. I've decided to die and use my life to bring you all to your senses. Once it reaches my 100th disappointment, I'll choose death.]

I saw Calvin's hands trembling. He kept flipping through the pages until he reached the last page, which I had written last night.

[To the person reading this diary,

[If it's you, Barry, I'm sorry. Forcing you to come to your senses in this way might be frightening, but I had no other choice.

[If it's you, Calvin, I love you, and that has never changed. But I don't know who you love.

[If it's Susan, congratulations. You've won, but the game isn't over yet.

[If I'm already dead... The show enters its second act.]

Calvin slammed my diary shut and rushed out of the room.

Susan stopped him at the door. "Calvin, where are you going?"

"Charlotte might be in trouble. She wrote a lot of strange things in her diary..."

Susan's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her sweet smile. "No, she's probably jealous because she knows you celebrated my coming-of-age ceremony and forgot her birthday.

"She's probably drowning her sorrows in some bar now. You know how much she loves to drink."

Calvin paused. "Charlotte's birthday?"

Susan smiled. "Yes, but you're all busy and forgot. Knowing Charlotte, she might be spending her birthday with other men."

Calvin fell silent.

He always did this—choosing to doubt me over believing me.

Did he not know that I never drank? I had been allergic to alcohol since I was a child. I had not seen any other men since our engagement.

Calvin remembered Susan's birthday, preferences, and menstrual cycle, but he never remembered anything about me or even believed me.

It was fine, though. He would never forget what was to come.