After their Betrayal, I Faked My Own Death

On his deathbed, Dad warned my sister and me.

Whoever betrays you, never choose forgiveness.

Always leave them behind.

So when my sister abandoned me for the ninth time to comfort our stepdad's depressed son, I didn't cry or make a fuss. I simply ordered 999 gallons of gasoline online.

My childhood sweetheart saw it and mockingly asked, "Planning to set yourself on fire to join your dead dad?"

My sister, feeling guilty, tried to explain: "After learning his dad and our mom had an affair, Nolan became depressed. His emotions are unstable. You need to be understanding."

My childhood sweetheart chimed in: "I don't know why you insist on dragging Nolan into the mess of the older generation. You're so petty."

"Besides, I've told you that once Nolan's depression gets better, I'll fulfill our childhood promise and marry you."

This time, I didn't argue with them.

They had no idea I had scheduled a fake death service.

I'm looking forward to the reactions of those present at Nolan's birthday party next week after my appearance as a charred corpse.