My Sister’s Death Made Me the Woman He Hated Most

“The Memory Extractor had three levels of pain, the faster the process, the worse it felt. Seeing Juliette like this, Owen must have chosen the highest level!”

“Someone who protects a criminal deserves the harshest pain!”

“When the extraction ends, Juliette will be nothing but a fool!”

The mocking voices echoed endlessly in my ears, but scenes from thirty-eight years ago began to flood my mind.

A large, crystal-clear screen appeared before me. It showed the time eight years before the case, the day Zara confessed her feelings to Owen.

When her gentle face appeared, my mother clutched her chest and cried uncontrollably.

“My poor Zara! You had just found love and barely tasted happiness, and now you’re gone with regrets. How can I ever accept this?”

On the screen, Zara blushed as she handed Owen a love letter, her expression shy and warm.

But my eyes stayed fixed on Owen standing before her, my heart filled with longing and unwillingness.

The crowd burst into shouts and curses as the footage played. “I knew that woman Juliette had been after Owen all along!”

“She must have driven Zara to her death on purpose, that’s why she protected the murderer!”

“Just because she liked Owen, she let innocent Zara die?”

The memory was being torn from me, the pain so fierce that even my tongue felt numb, yet I still looked at Owen with a trace of affection. They weren’t wrong, the person I had truly loved was always him.

People began picking up stones and clumps of dirt, some even kicked off their shoes and threw them at me. I was hit again and again until blood ran down my face, humiliation washing over me completely.

Owen’s bloodshot eyes locked on me before turning toward the screen.

In the footage, I had sighed and taken Zara’s love letter. She spun around, her face glowing with joy as she said she had baked an egg cake and would go home to bring it.

But the moment she left, I wrapped my arms around Owen.

The crowd exploded. “My God! Is that even human!”

“Her sister just left, and she hugs her sister’s boyfriend! How shameless can she be!”

“What a heartless woman, are there no men left in the world? She even steals her sister’s boyfriend!”

In the footage, Owen also raised his arms to hug me, but anger crossed his face, and he quickly pushed me away.

“When I confessed to you, you said you already loved someone else. Now that I’ve accepted your sister’s feelings, what is this supposed to mean?”

“Are you really trying to take your sister’s boyfriend?”

He lashed out at me, but lost in love, I could only give him a faint smile. “I’m the one who hurt you…”

Tears gathered in my eyes, and just as I was about to speak, Zara came running back, holding the egg cake with a bright smile.

“Sister! Owen! Come try the egg cake I made!”

But I couldn’t hear her at all, my eyes stayed fixed on Owen. I mouthed silently to him. “If it weren’t for my sister, I would be with you.”

The crowd burst into furious shouts. “No wonder she covered for the killer! She wanted Zara dead all along!”

“Maybe Zara’s rape case is tied to her, she must have planned it!”

Owen’s eyes trembled with disbelief as he looked at me, his voice heavy with shock.

“Could it be that you really wanted your sister dead?”

“Have you forgotten that when you were bullied in school, it was your sister who risked herself to protect you. She almost ruined her own face for it?”