I Died At My Own Front Door

Synopsis

On the day of my engagement, I was kidnapped. My family covered it up and sent my sister to marry my fiancé in my place. They decided the kidnapping was a stunt I staged myself. By the time the engagement party was over, both families hated me. My father snapped, "Even if she comes back, she's not my daughter anymore. She can rot out there for all I care." My mother looked disappointed, not worried. "I never should've brought her back from the countryside. She's an embarrassment." Even my fiancé said, "She crossed the line this time. If she comes back, I'm not marrying her." I spent a month being tortured by my captors. In the end, the one who saved me was my sworn enemy. Years of mutual hatred, and he was the only one willing to help. His condition was simple and cruel. I had to kneel with every step all the way back to the city. I wanted to live, so I did it. When I finally reached my family's front door, my body was broken, my clothes filthy, looking like a beggar. Inside, they were throwing my sister a lavish birthday party. She was the princess of the night, adored by everyone. And I was nothing. Just like she once told me, laughing, "You filthy beggar. You'll never beat me in this life." In a dark corner where no one noticed, I closed my eyes. I died. Right at my own doorstep. To the sound of graceful piano music. At the exact moment they placed a diamond crown on my sister's head