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After hearing the entire story, I was quiet for a long time.

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I had gone to the Sanders intentionally, hoping Josh would tell me the truth about the Carlyns. The moment I mentioned the name Carlyn, I saw his reaction. He knew the name but pretended not to.

It was clear he was hiding something-he didn't want to be exposed.

Now I understood why Anna-no, Wisteria-had such a deep grudge against Penelope. It wasn't just cruelty. It was personal.

It felt like a twist of fate.

My grandmother had lifted the Sanders to heights they didn't deserve, and now her descendants were too ordinary to hold onto that legacy. The Sanders couldn't even maintain their wealth for three generations.

And Whitney-she had followed in the footsteps of the Carlyn matriarch, locked away in a basement by Taylor, just as a prisoner would be.

This was the universe's way of meting out justice for the victims.

My death was tragic, yes, but so was the story of the Carlyns.

The matriarch of the Carlyns had been reduced to a pawn, simply because she was beautiful. In that chaotic era, others used her, treating her worse than an object.

Penelope had caused the death of the Carlyns, and now the Sanders had to pay for the lives they ruined. It was a cycle.

"I'm sorry, I muttered, my head lowering

"Chloe, do you know what we've been through all these years?" Yael's voice was heavy with bitterness. "My father and my uncle lost their minds. They lived every day in pain over the people they lost. As long as we're alive, we can't forget the hatred. As long as the Sanders live, the Carlyns can never have peace

Yael squatted in front of me, his finger brushing my check. "We've already put everyone in the Sanders family on our list. I understand you more than you understand yourself. From the moment you switched your sister's fate, our revenge on the Sanders began. But they're lucky. That old woman still has one life. left, hidden by you, and your parents... Greg is still alive, too."

"You can rest easy. Soon, they'll join the old man. A family should be together-right? Before they die, I'll make sure they know the truth-how they killed their own daughter for an imposter. They shall die in regret."

"You've already died once. I won't hurt you again. All you need to do is stand by my side and watch the Sanders' fall

His eyes locked onto mine, arid for a moment, I had no words.

If what he said was true, the Sanders were responsible. But what about me? Could I truly call myself innocent?

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the Carlyns who died? Weren't

left its

the Carlyn

shadow over their family, year after

into his black bag and pulled out gold candles

climb-water,

and sprinkled the power toward the great blue

see? The Sanders have come

in the wind, rising into

gone, Chloe's spirit remained. Yael was filled

didn't dare provoke him, so I stayed kneeling, my head lowered

the flames growing stronger with each

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can rest now. The old hag only

the tombstone. The photo on the plaque showed two young faces-probably only 18

the man's gentle expression and the woman's delicate beauty were unmistakable. Thinking of their tragic end, I couldn't figure out

To me, she was the only grandparent who had ever truly

easily defined. There's no simple label for

couldn't bring myself to see

So, I stayed kneeling.

was the price the

Yael stood up and looked down at me. "Chloe, I know you're not to blame, but your sin is to be born to the Sanders. Your grandmother's debt? You'll pay for it. I don't want your life, just your kneeling until the candles

to burn completely. He intended

choice.

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"Do you feel wronged? My grandfather was on his knees the same way you are, pleading with him to spare my grandmother.

don't feel wronged. This is

to anger him-not with my words or my actions. The

patient.

had peace. He lived in torment every day, and by 39, he died of depression. He didn't get a second chance

Tm sorry."

and walked

the Carlyn family cemetery, and there could be hidden cameras. If he noticed. I had

as he left, a deep fear settled

Carlyn tombstones, but that wasn't what made my heart race. It was the unsettling sounds from the distance the hiss of snakes slithering

chill straight to

safe. I couldn't afford to take any chances. One

passed, and the pain