Love–Blind Sister’s Karma in a Scorching Apocalypse
After my sister broke up with her boyfriend, she moved into my place.
The day after her boyfriend came to apologize and beg for reconciliation, a terrifying heatwave hit.
That night, she used the excuse that her boyfriend said the spare room was too hot without air conditioning, so she made me move to the
spare room.
The next day, she said the weather was too hot and people were dying outside, so they needed to stay for a few more days.
Her boyfriend took advantage when she wasn’t paying attention and started touching me inappropriately.
I told my sister, but she angrily said it was because I was wearing too little and deliberately trying to seduce him.
As the food in the house became scarcer, my sister pushed me out the door, saying this way they could eat a bit less.
I died from the heat outside. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment when my sister was crying to me on the phone.
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“Emma, Derek was flirting with other women behind my back, and he hit me. I’m breaking up with him,” Lily’s sobbing voice came through the phone, startling me awake.
“No matter how much he begs this time, I won’t get back together with him.”
“He’s been hanging around outside my apartment every day. Can I stay at your place for a couple of days?”
My sister’s tearful voice jolted me. A strong, unshakeable thirst spread through my entire body. The suffocating heat that felt like it was evaporating my very being made me gulp down several large glasses of ice water.
When I couldn’t drink anymore, I realized I had been reborn. I had returned to
breaking up.
previous life, to the day when my sister called crying about
That was indeed the last time I heard her say she wanted to break up in
my previous
life.
Because not long after, a global heatwave was coming.
It was an unprecedented, abnormal heatwave. Many people would lose their lives in this
I was one of them.
event.
It was this phone call that led to my death in the subsequent events.
My sister, Lily, had dropped out of high school for a man and had been in an on–again, off–again relationship with her dropout boyfriend for
years.
Every time it was all talk and no action.
When she called me, she could hardly speak a sentence without mentioning that man of hers.
Every time, she would be cursing her scumbag boyfriend one second, swearing to break up, and the next second she’d be happily posting lovey–dovey content on social media.
“Love is about breaking up and getting back together, and in the end, not being able to live without each other,” she’d write, with heart emojis.
I remember once asking her why she got back together with him again, wasn’t she breaking up with that jerk? Unexpectedly, she got angry and slapped me.
“Emma, what kind of sister are you? Are you jealous of my happiness? Are you cursing me? I gave up my chance to go to college for you, and this is how you repay me?”
“You’re worse than an ungrateful wretch.”
She berated me as if every breakup was my fault. I angrily turned and left, not talking to her for a long time.
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A few days later, she called to apologize, then asked to borrow money, saying she was planning to marry Derek and needed to buy a new house.
“Emma, I’m not as educated as you, and I don’t earn as much as you do.”
“Your sister has finally found someone she wants to spend her life with. Don’t you want me to be happy?”
She spoke while crying, implying that I owed her because I got an education and she didn’t.
I’ve grown tired of hearing these words over the years. I told her directly that this was the last time, and she shouldn’t use this to guilt–trip me
anymore.
So when she asked for $200,000, I gritted my teeth and gave it to her. This was money I had saved up through hard work, day and night.
It wasn’t the first time I had given her money, but she had never paid me back.
After our parents died, she was my only relative left. They always said that Lily had a low education and it wasn’t easy for her to make money outside, so they told me to help her if I could.
I never hesitated when she needed something.
She had taken nearly $300,000 from me over time, with reasons ranging from buying a house to losing her job due to her low education level.
The real reason was that her boyfriend was a lazy good–for–nothing who had racked up a mountain of debt, and she was happily following behind, cleaning up his messes.
That night, I had an acute appendicitis attack. The pain was excruciating. I managed to drag myself to the hospital surgery.
The surgery cost 5,000,butaftergivingherthemoney,lonlyhad5,000,butaftergivingherthemoney,lonlyhad2,000 left. I called her asking for $3,000 for the surgery, but she cried and repeated her old excuses.
“Emma, you know your sister didn’t go to school and doesn’t have many skills…”
I hung up before she could say more and borrowed the money from a colleague.
The night after the surgery, I was tossing and turning in bed, feeling awful.
I opened social media and saw my sister had posted about having a candlelit dinner with Derek in an elegantly decorated restaurant.
I turned off my phone, feeling a chill run through me.
I was in agony from surgery, and my own sister wouldn’t give me a penny, but she was enjoying a candlelit dinner with my money.
For two weeks after the surgery, she didn’t call me once.
From then on, I never answered her calls again.
Until this morning, when I received photos she sent of her being abused by Derek.
The handprint on her face was obvious, and the bruises on her thighs and arms were particularly noticeable. She looked like she had been badly beaten.
I instinctively became worried. After all, she was my only relative left, and I couldn’t ignore her.
I called her back, and just like now, she was sobbing and talking about breaking up.
They had broken up and gotten back together before, but it had never been this serious.
Afraid she might be abused, I agreed to let her stay with me for a couple of days.
Little did I know that as soon as she arrived, Derek would show up too.
I angrily tried to kick Derek out but she cried and begged me, saying Derek owed loan sharks money and would be beaten to death if I kicked bin put.
11:50 AM
She asked me to help her one more time, let them hide for a few days, saying it was too hot to find a new place now.
I softened once again, telling myself this would be the last time.
But I never expected that this time, they would shamelessly move in with me.
Complaining that the spare room was too hot without air conditioning, saying they might get heatstroke, they made me move to the spare
room.
I was so hot I was only wearing a t–shirt and shorts when Derek suddenly barged into my room, his eyes roving over me lecherously. I screamed in fright.
But my sister angrily accused me of trying to seduce her boyfriend.
Finally, using the excuse that there wasn’t enough food, they said they were guests and told me to go out and buy groceries.
They pushed me out the door.
It was so hot outside that it was unbearable. I knocked on the door, begging my sister to let me in, but she said there wasn’t enough food for three people anymore, and with one less person, they could last a few more days.
Better for one to die than all three.
No matter how much I knocked, she wouldn’t open the door.
I kept knocking persistently, but she remained coldly indifferent and never opened up. In the end, I slowly died of dehydration, feeling utterly
heartbroken.
“The weather bureau reports that today’s highest temperature will be 111°F. High temperatures will persist for the next week. Please take precautions against heatstroke and minimize going outdoors…”
The familiar weather forecast was playing on the TV, and my sister’s sobbing came through the phone again.
“Emma, Derek hit me. You won’t abandon your sister, will you?”
Seeing that I didn’t respond, Lily quietly asked.
