She Took My Fiancé And I Took Everything

Synopsis

After my stepsister Charlotte Sinclair and I were both caught in an avalanche, the rescue team found us. But there was only one stretcher, enough to carry just one person down. My father held my hand. He said, "Emily, Charlotte's fragile. Let her go first. You can wait here for the next round." In my previous life, I believed him. I gave up my chance and let Charlotte take the stretcher. But then the storm hit again. Rescue was called off. I froze to death on that mountain. Charlotte, meanwhile, inherited everything under my name. She even engaged with my fiancé, Andrew Morgan, with whom she'd already been sneaking around. As a ghost hovering in my own funeral hall, I heard my father's words. He told the guests, "That girl was never obedient anyway. If her life could buy Charlotte's, I'd say she died where she belonged." Then I opened my eyes. I was back at that moment when my father was gripping my hand. This time, I nodded, tears in my eyes. I put Charlotte on the stretcher with my own hands again. Let's see who really died where they belonged.