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When I died, my parents were celebrating the wedding of their cherished adopted daughter. The groom was my own fiancé. With my final breath, I made a desperate call for help. "Stop fooling around," they said coldly. I died that same day, while they raised their glasses in joy. After I was reincarnated, I gave up. I stopped trying to win their affection. I handed everything over to their adopted daughter and walked away from that family. Yet, my parents and older brother wept, begging me to forgive them.