Her Fairytale, Her Funeral

Synopsis

My sister, Vanessa Blair, loves romance novels. She's obsessed with poor girls who rescue mysterious men and marry into wealth. So she started rescuing every random guy she found. Then one day, a man covered in open sores collapsed on our doorstep. I'm a doctor, so I knew immediately it was syphilis. I talked her out of taking him in. But her best friend, Lucia Vance, took him instead. And married him. Became a rich man's wife. Vanessa blamed me. On my birthday, she locked me in my room and set the house on fire. I begged her to open the door. She wouldn't. Through the flames, she screamed, "You just couldn't stand to see me happy. You wanted us both stuck in this miserable life together. You were never a real sister to me." I burned alive. When they found me, there wasn't a patch of unburned skin left. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day she found that man. This time, I stepped aside and let her have him.