Chapter 3

Thanks to Luna's tough luck, the insecticide they bought was fake.

She didn't manage to die again.

The police also uncovered the details - it was Wylie who, wearing a wig and mask, and dressed in my clothes, impersonated me to buy the insecticide.

Our body shapes and facial features are somewhat similar, and he even had someone synthesize my voice.

How could their little tricks fool the police?

Wylie was suspected of attempted murder and went to jail.

Only then did Luna realize she had never actually married Wylie.

She didn't want to stay with the Carlisle family, fearing she might be killed again.

She demanded a large sum for medical expenses and emotional compensation from my parents.

I refused to pay, so they could only give Luna the savings they had on hand.

I went to the neighboring state, but a doubt lingered in my mind.

Who had tipped off my parents?

Only my teacher and my best friend knew about this.

The teacher definitely wouldn't betray me.

But Delia, my best friend, was even less likely to.

Without having to be a "sister-supporting-brother," the money I had plus the bonus was enough for me to buy a three-bedroom apartment in the neighboring state.

After buying the house, I told Delia, and she specially took time off to come and congratulate me.

Delia and I have been childhood friends, together from elementary school through college.We are incredibly close. Back then, when Wylie pinned the love letter incident on me, she even teased me about it.

"You wouldn't really... Then I'd be in danger, wouldn't I?"

She often advised me not to keep spending money on Wylie, not to spoil him.

At the time, I thought he was still my brother after all, and if I contributed more, it would ease the burden on Mom and Dad.

I never thought to doubt Delia.

She surveyed my newly purchased house, looking at me enviously.

"The teacher always thought the most highly of you, and you certainly haven't disappointed him."

I nodded, "Yes, thankfully I haven't let him down."

Even if my parents wanted to give me a hard time, they didn't know where my teacher lived.

They didn't even pay attention to which school I chose.

At that time, they were focused on my brother's college entrance exams.

I was about to head to the kitchen to show off my cooking skills to Delia when I received a call from my teacher's wife.

"Callie, your teacher has been hospitalized. Your parents really..."

Delia saw my furrowed brow and asked what was wrong.

I told her my teacher was in trouble and I needed to go back. She said she wanted to come with me.

We flew back together, but by then my teacher had already returned home to recover."Your dad somehow found out our address and showed up at our door, accusing us of corrupting his daughter. In the scuffle, your teacher fell to the ground and nearly..."

The teacher's wife sat crying by the bedside as the teacher patted her hand.

"Your parents even spread rumors that you and I were having an affair. Your parents are really..."

The teacher couldn't bring himself to say anything more hurtful.

He was a bit surprised to see Delia.

"Delia, what kind of work are you doing now?"

Delia had gone into sales, giving up on her initial aspirations. The teacher sighed but didn't say much more.

In our field, I was the only one still persevering and achieving results.

I apologized profusely, and the teacher understood my family situation.

But because of this incident, my job in the neighboring state was also affected.

I became unemployed.

Feeling guilty towards my teacher, I rented a place nearby and came to help every day.

Delia came to see me. "You should sell that house over there and buy one back here. It's not good to leave it empty with no one living there."

She acted as if she had my best interests at heart.

"After all, your parents are here, and Wylie's in prison. I'm sure he can be rehabilitated."I'm guessing it was her who snitched, but I still asked with a glimmer of hope:

"Delia, you're the one who ratted me out to Mom and Dad, aren't you?"