The actor threw me into the crocodile pool to save my sister

On our seventh secret wedding anniversary, superstar James gave the script I'd spent three years perfecting to my sister Violet.

He then had me star in a trashy flick where I had to do yoga on a great white shark's back wearing only lacy lingerie.

There wasn't enough sedative for the sharks. In an instant, I was surrounded and mauled by three full-grown great whites.

James went berserk, diving into the tank to save me. His hand got bit in the process.

Drenched in blood, I was rushed to the ER, clinging to life.

As she bandaged James' wound, my mom - the only family I had left - sobbed uncontrollably:

"Did we go too far, destroying Melody's legs just so Violet could win an award? If Melody doesn't make it, I can't go on living either."

James clasped my hand tightly, consoling Mom: "We'll have plenty of chances to make it up to Melody. Violet only has a month to live."

"The only way to guarantee Violet wins the Oscar and fulfills her dying wish was to take out Melody as the frontrunner."

"Don't worry, Mom. Even if Melody loses her legs, I'll devote my life to her. She'll forgive us eventually."Even though I've grown numb, my heart is still filled with a dull, throbbing ache.

I wish I knew how they could make amends to me, but I'll never have that chance.

Because the sick one isn't her—it's me.

Every day they fuss over Violet, I silently count down the days until my death.