Chapter 1

Because we were poor, my younger sister gave up her chance at an education so I could stay in school.

As a child, she went on a strict diet and took on part-time jobs to help support our family, including making ensure I had enough for tuition.

Years later, when I returned with a college degree, I repaid her by throwing her out of the house.

It hit on our mother so hard that it ended up taking her life.

When the people from the Morality Court came to the door, I was leisurely lying in my husband's arms, eating fruit flown in from abroad.

When they asked me what I had to say for myself, I simply said, "She had it coming."

The entire process was livestreamed online, instantly turning millions of netizens against me.

If not for the screen separating us, they would have torn me to pieces.

When I was brought before the Morality Court, I was dressed in luxurious designer attire and adorned with bespoke jewelry.

I looked every inch the dazzling socialite.

I threw a careless glance at the endlessly scrolling feed on the side.

Every single comment was tearing into me.

One of the livestream comments read: [Look at Jade Stokes. She is dressed to the nines—clearly rolling in cash, yet she wouldn't even give her sister a break. What a heartless bitch!]

Another person wrote: [Even when facing the Morality Court, she's still so arrogant and rude! People like her deserve to lose everything and get ruined.]

A third person commented: [Rumor has it she not only kicked her sister out but also drove her mother to death. What a shitshow!]

A fourth person wrote: [How is she married? It simply says that her husband must be just as bad, too!]

Someone else texted: [Start the trial already! I can't wait to see her miserable downfall!]

I sneered, "How pathetic."

I turned my gaze away, surveying the Court that claimed the right to judge all humanity.

I'd watched the Morality Court trials on livestreams before, where people's kinship, romantic relationships, morality, and professionalism were being questioned.

But standing here in person was a whole different experience.

To be precise, it felt more intriguing and a bit more serious.

As was customary, the Morality Court had seated a live audience.

The murmurs grew louder as all eyes locked onto one spot. Following their gaze, I saw my "dear sister," Ruby Houle, the one who'd accused me.

Ruby appeared in modest clothing, her frail figure accentuating a pitiful demeanor. She wore an exaggerated look of grievance, every inch the picture of victimhood.

The moment Ruby appeared, I heard people in the Morality Courtroom exclaim, "Oh my God, that poor girl! How could her sister treat her so maliciously?"

Another member of the audience said, "Don't be scared, Ruby! The Morality Court will grant you justice."

Ruby took her seat across from me on the witness stand, putting on her best victim act.

She looked at me with fear in her eyes.

In stark contrast, I met her gaze with an icy stare, my face completely devoid of emotion.

My cold indifference only brought on another torrent of abuse.

At this moment, the Judge spoke solemnly. "Ms. Houle, are you certain you wish to bring charges against your sister, Jade Stokes? Once the trial commences, there will be no turning back."

Maybe it was the Judge's solemn tone, but for a split second, I caught a flicker of panic behind my two-faced sister's façade.

"Y-Yes, I'm sure," Ruby stammered.

I arched an eyebrow and asked her, "Ruby, are you really sure?"

Hearing my voice, that flicker of panic in Ruby's eyes immediately gave way to hatred.

Her voice hardened as she declared, "Yes, I'm certain."

The audience erupted again in angry shouts.

Someone shouted, "You evil woman. Don't you dare threaten your sister!"

Another person said, "Don't worry, Ruby! The judge will make things right for you."

Someone else said, "Get on with it. Don't let that witch say a word!"

I shot a glance at my husband sitting in the family gallery, his face dark with fury.

He couldn't stand to hear them insult me.

I gave him a reassuring look, and he nodded back.

I met the Judge's gaze and said calmly, "Let's begin, Your Honor."