The Birthday I Wasn't Invited To
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I died on my birthday.
While kidnappers shattered my limbs and violated me to death, my family was throwing a grand party for my sister Chloe—yes, we shared the same birthday, but only hers was worth celebrating.
I called my father for help. He sneered and hung up: "Stop using this pathetic kidnapping stunt to ruin Chloe's birthday."
I called my fiancé Mark. He said with disgust: "If you're going to die, do it somewhere far away."
In the final second before the flames consumed me, I finally understood—
I was never loved in this family.
And now that I'm truly dead, now that they've discovered Chloe hired those men to kill me, now that the truth has been exposed to the world...
Will they regret it?
Or will they, as always, continue to favor Chloe and blame everything on me—the dead one?
While kidnappers shattered my limbs and violated me to death, my family was throwing a grand party for my sister Chloe—yes, we shared the same birthday, but only hers was worth celebrating.
I called my father for help. He sneered and hung up: "Stop using this pathetic kidnapping stunt to ruin Chloe's birthday."
I called my fiancé Mark. He said with disgust: "If you're going to die, do it somewhere far away."
In the final second before the flames consumed me, I finally understood—
I was never loved in this family.
And now that I'm truly dead, now that they've discovered Chloe hired those men to kill me, now that the truth has been exposed to the world...
Will they regret it?
Or will they, as always, continue to favor Chloe and blame everything on me—the dead one?













































