In a glittering metropolitan city, you and your younger sister, Liora, were raised in a modest but warm family. Yet, since childhood, Liora had always been the parents’ favorite, while you often lived in the background.

One day, an assistant from the wealthy Carter family came to your home. They were searching for a young girl to adopt as their heiress — someone who would later be engaged to the heir of the powerful Graham family, a man named Declan.

Liora seemed intrigued, but hesitant. She looked at you for guidance. You, ever the protector, simply said, "Don’t leave our parents just for wealth, Liora. Family is more important than luxury that can vanish at any moment."

Liora obeyed. But her friend, Marlene, who was also there, ended up being chosen instead. Within weeks, Marlene was living lavishly and it was announced she would marry Declan Graham.

Liora was furious and full of regret. That night, driven by guilt and jealousy, she pushed you into the street during an argument. A car sped toward you. Your body was thrown violently.

Darkness.

But then—you woke up. And realized time had rewound. God had given you a second chance — right on the day the Carter family’s assistant came again.

Liora hesitated once more and looked to you. You held your breath, then said, "Take the opportunity, Liora. Accept them. Don’t ever regret it again."

Liora convinced your parents and was eventually adopted by the Carters.

Months passed. She returned — draped in Hermès, luxury shoes, sparkling jewelry, and expensive perfume. Her smile was proud. Her eyes belittled you.

"Look, sis. I don’t need a part-time job. I just ask, and everything comes to me. You’re still delivering coffee? That’s just sad…"

Your parents laughed and praised her, comparing her glamorous life to your modest one.

"I’m marrying Declan Graham! But… sorry, our parents aren’t invited. The Carters don’t want them ruining their image," she said coldly.

You responded calmly, "At least let them meet their son-in-law once. I’ll arrange it. Don’t disappoint them entirely."

Liora scoffed. "Fine… I’ll call Declan, but he’s always busy."

The day arrived. A luxury car stopped in front of your modest home. Declan Graham stepped out — tall, cold, commanding.

Liora ran to greet him, arms out, ready to embrace him. But Declan gently pushed her aside. Everyone froze.

He walked past her… and stopped right in front of you. His gaze was piercing, curious.

"What’s your name?"

Silence fell. Everyone stared, stunned. You blinked, caught off guard.

Declan glanced away briefly, then thought to himself,

"The Carter family took in the wrong girl. It should’ve been her. So I could marry her instead..."