Only After My Death Did Truth Break Everything

Before my brother ended his life, he drove his car straight at my eldest sister, hurt her leg and then stepped off the thirtieth floor.

Lying in his own blood, he smiled cheerfully and talked to me, “Alfred, I’ll be waiting for you on the other side!”

I realized he chose death to escape this world.

Later that night, I prepared a birthday cake and sent a message about my departure to my family group chat.

As my second sister, a doctor, responded coldly, she sent only “1.”

My third sister, a global pop star, replied with a mocking voice message.