Summary
My brother is twisted.
He suffers from mania. To stop me from marrying my fiancé, he broke his own leg.
Later, I was murdered by my fiancé and my best friend working together.
That man and woman were intimate at my funeral, plotting how to spend my inheritance.
My brother, with one crippled leg, went insane and hunted them down across half the globe.
Covered in blood, he brought their heads to my corpse.
Then he held me, stroked my head, and murmured beside me:
“Sweetheart, I’ve always been here.”
Living again.
When my fiancé held me and told me to put sedatives in my brother’s water,
I pushed away that man with the disgusting smile.
“What could my brother possibly do wrong?”
“My brother just loves me too much.”