We Shared a Twin-Destiny System, Then She Was Gone Forever

To save me from terminal cancer, my best friend Sophie and I bound ourselves to the Twin-Destiny System.

We successfully captured the hearts of the two Sinclair brothers, becoming the envy of high society.

But seven years later, I was left discarded and despised by both my husband and my own son. Meanwhile, Sophie was sent to prison simply for 'bullying' her husband's precious childhood sweetheart.

On the day of her release, she looked at me with hollow eyes. "Take care of yourself, Diana."

Then, she sprinted directly into the chaotic traffic. In a heartbeat, a speeding freight truck crushed her delicate frame into a million pieces.

Sophie left this world without a single hesitation.

The sheer weight of the agony shattered my mind. The moment I saw her body torn apart on the asphalt, my heart seized, and the world went black.

When I finally opened my eyes, the man sitting beside my hospital bed was my workaholic husband.

Alexander Sinclair, the untouchable CEO of the Sinclair Empire.

It was the first time I had seen him in two months.

He shot me a cold, emotionless glance. "You're awake."

I ignored him entirely, ripping the IV from my arm and stumbling toward the door.

In the hallway lounge, his younger brother Sebastian was gently holding a photograph of his childhood sweetheart, his adopted sister Bella. A sickeningly tender smile graced his lips.

Seeing their nauseating display of affection brought Sophie's despair-filled eyes flashing back into my mind.

In that instant, every ounce of my rationality burned to ash.

I charged forward like a wild animal, lunging at Sebastian and slapping him across the face with everything I had.

Bella screamed, jumping to her feet. "Diana! What gives you the right to hit Sebastian?"

I answered by driving my palm into her cheek, sending her tumbling onto the leather sofa. "Don't worry, you little bitch. Your turn is next."

Bella looked up at Sebastian with tear-filled eyes. Her porcelain face was twisted into a mask of pure, pitiful grievance. She whimpered softly. "Sebastian..."

Sebastian instantly stepped in front of her, glaring at me. "Diana, have you completely lost your mind? I get it. This is Sophie's doing. That toxic woman must have poisoned your head with lies again!"

That bastard. Protecting his mistress was one thing, but using this moment to trample on Sophie's name was unforgivable.

I swung at him again, landing blow after blow as I screamed, "You drove her to her death, and you still have the nerve to blame her? You murderer! Sophie's only mistake was not dragging you two vile pieces of trash to hell with her!"

Sebastian froze, his face draining of color. "What... what did you just say? Sophie is dead?"

Of course. They didn't know yet.

Today was supposed to be the day she left prison, signed the divorce papers, and started a brand new life far away from the Sinclairs.

But Bella had deliberately gone to the prison gates to torment her, pushing Sophie into taking that final, fatal step.

Alexander grabbed my wrist from behind, his brows knitting in sharp displeasure. "Diana, stop this! Are you insane?"

I twisted out of his grip and slapped him squarely across the jaw. In his shocked eyes, I saw the reflection of my own deranged, tear-streaked face.

"What? I hit your precious brother, and suddenly you know how to intervene? Where were you when they were teaming up to torture my Sophie? Were you deaf, or just dead?"

Alexander's expression turned glacial.

"If she hadn't used underhanded tactics to drug Sebastian and force him into bed, he never would have looked twice at her. She calculated every step just to climb the social ladder into the Sinclair family. Now that she finally secured her spot as a Sinclair wife, why would she ever kill herself? Diana, stop letting her manipulate you."

Bella chimed in from the sofa. "He's right. I even heard someone say they saw Sophie walking down the street earlier today. Diana, she's playing you. You care about her so much, but she's just using you to tear our family apart. Her intentions are malicious."

A flicker of relief passed through Sebastian's eyes as he readily swallowed their lies.

His anger returned in full force. "I never realized just how deeply manipulative Sophie truly is. Diana, you tell her this for me. If she tries to drive another wedge between us, I will divorce her for real!"

Looking at the absolute hypocrisy of these three, a roaring fire consumed my chest.

Yes, Sophie had taken advantage of a chaotic situation to accelerate the marriage. But she wasn't the one who drugged him that night.

She offered herself to Sebastian solely to complete the System's mission faster, desperate to save my life. She only cared about keeping me breathing. She never gave a damn about the Sinclair fortune.

But the foolish girl had accidentally fallen in love with a monster.

I remembered her blushing face as she once told me, "Diana, marrying Sebastian is the best thing I've ever done. I'm going to give him a house full of kids and love him until our hair turns gray!"

And in the end? All she got was a heartless betrayal and hair matted with her own blood on the pavement.

The pain in my chest was so sharp I could barely breathe.

I slapped Alexander one more time, my voice trembling with raw hatred. "If you insult Sophie one more time, I will kill you."

Before the words fully left my mouth, a small shadow launched itself at me like a cannonball, knocking me hard against the floor.

It was my seven-year-old son, Oliver. He glared at me with pure venom. "Don't you dare hit my dad! Get out! We don't want you here!"

Seeing Oliver look at me with the fierce hatred of an enemy felt like a sledgehammer crushing my ribs.

Truthfully, Alexander and I never had a grand, sweeping romance.

From the very beginning, I knew he didn't marry me out of love. He only used me to rebel against his controlling mother. And I willingly became his pawn just to secure the life points I needed to survive my cancer.

But before we had a child, we actually shared a quiet, respectful life. There were moments of genuine warmth. I had foolishly believed we might grow old together like a normal couple.

Everything changed the day Oliver was born.

Alexander's mother took my baby away from me. She claimed a woman of my background was unfit to raise a Sinclair heir. She moved Oliver into the main estate and hired an elite live-in nanny.

I was only allowed to visit my own son during strictly scheduled appointments.

I begged Alexander, crying until my voice broke, asking him to bring Oliver home. His family only mocked me.

I thought my husband would stand up for me. Instead, he looked at me with cold incomprehension. "Do you honestly believe you can provide a better upbringing for him than my parents can?"

In his eyes, his son was destined to be molded into a corporate titan, a flawless machine just like him. He never felt that a child needed a mother's warmth. Nor did he care that a mother needed her child.

That was the exact day whatever small affection I had for Alexander Sinclair was completely extinguished.

Oliver's growing coldness and disgust toward me finally erased any reason I had left to stay in this house.

If it weren't for staying close to Sophie, I would have escaped this gilded cage years ago.

And now, she was gone. It was time for me to leave the Sinclairs and this house full of monsters behind.

Once my mind was made up, I cut all contact with the family.

I went straight to the funeral home to handle Sophie's arrangements.

Her body was too shattered to be pieced completely back together. Thankfully, this foolish girl who always loved looking pretty had managed to keep her face relatively intact. After the mortician's careful work, she looked beautiful and peaceful once again.

Hot tears spilled down my cheeks as I stood by her casket. "I'm so sorry, Sophie. If you didn't have to keep me alive, you never would have married that bastard... Dammit... it should have been me!"

That same afternoon, Sophie was moved to the incinerator.

I paid the staff extra to let me stay and watch her final moments in this world.

I thought I had accepted her death. But watching the roaring flames consume her, a visceral, tearing pain ripped through my soul.

Thirty years of memories flashed before my eyes. I saw her smiling face. I heard her sweet, teasing voice. "You're going to be my best friend forever, right, Diana?"

In a split second, something completely snapped inside me.

I stood up, stepping toward the raging fire. "I'm right here, Sophie. I'll come with you."

I lunged toward the incinerator doors, but a strong pair of arms yanked me backward.

It was an older staff member. He held me back with a desperate grip. "Don't do it, kid! Your friend wouldn't want you throwing your life away like this!"

The shock of his voice pulled me back to reality. I raised my hand and slapped myself hard across the face.

What the hell was I doing? Sophie's murderers were still living comfortably. How could I die before making them pay?

An hour later, I walked numbly through the corridors of the funeral home, clutching Sophie's urn to my chest.

Suddenly, a sickeningly familiar, melodramatic crying echoed from down the hall. I turned my head and saw Alexander, Sebastian, and Bella standing in a mourning parlor right next to Sophie's.

Bella was weeping hysterically. Sebastian had his arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders, whispering sweet comforts into her ear.

So they finally believed Sophie was dead. But to bring his mistress to the funeral home? Did Sebastian want Sophie's soul to know no peace?

I stormed into the parlor, my voice trembling with rage. "Sebastian, you brought this whore here? Do you have no conscience left?"

But as I stepped closer, the words died in my throat.

They weren't here for Sophie.

In the center of the parlor, surrounded by lavish white flowers, was a framed photograph of a small pet turtle.

Bella was cradling a tiny, custom-made urn, crying as if her world had ended. She looked like a fragile, heartbroken victim.

Alexander stepped forward, his voice a low, warning growl. "Diana, what kind of psychotic episode are you having now?"

His eyes dropped to the black urn pressed tightly against my chest. His brow furrowed. "Why are you here? And what... what is that in your hands?"

I let out a bitter, hollow laugh. "What does it look like? Your mother's ashes?"

Alexander was stunned by the venom in my voice. Before he could snap back, Bella sniffled and looked at me with wide, innocent eyes.

"Diana, why are you doing this? Don't tell me you're still trying to push that lie about Sophie being dead. Nobody here is going to believe you. Just leave. I don't want strangers ruining Tommy the Turtle's funeral."

Sebastian immediately chimed in. "She's right. Diana, get out."

A blinding rage overtook me. I surged forward, slapping the tiny urn right out of Bella's hands. It shattered on the marble floor.

"Your actual wife dies, and you don't even bat an eye! You mock her! But a damn turtle dies, and you book a luxury parlor and mourn it like it's your flesh and blood? Sebastian, you make me sick!"

Bella let out an ear-piercing shriek. "Ah! Tommy! My Tommy! Diana, why are you so evil?!"

I sneered. "I'm evil? Your turtle dying is karma! The ones who deserve to be in these urns are you two!"

To my shock, Oliver charged at me, his small face flushed with anger. "You bad woman! Don't you dare yell at my uncle and Bella! She loves her turtle like family because she has a kind heart! You have no right to be mean to her!"

I ground my teeth together. "Shut your mouth, you foolish little brat! Aunt Sophie loved you! She treated you like gold! And you repay her by defending these monsters? You're just as blind and ungrateful as the rest of this rotten family!"

Bella immediately stepped in, playing the saint. "Diana, please, don't yell at Oliver. I know you hate me. But you can't help who you fall in love with!"

She suddenly stepped closer, grabbing my forearm in a desperate, pleading grip. "I know you resent me, but please, leave us alone! The baby in my womb is innocent. Stop this... I'll leave Sebastian. I'll disappear forever."

Alarm bells rang in my head. I tried to yank my arm away, but before I could even apply force, Bella threw herself backward, putting on a pathetic display of being violently shoved.

Sebastian's face went white. He dove forward, catching her before she hit the floor. "Bella!" he screamed in panic.

Alexander erupted. He lunged at me, his fingers digging painfully into my arm.

"Don't touch me!" I thrashed against him.

Seeing me protect the urn, Alexander's eyes narrowed in disgust. He forcefully ripped the black box from my grasp. "Even now, you're still putting on this sick play!"

My heart stopped. Before I could scream, I watched helplessly as Alexander hurled Sophie's urn against the hard floor.

The ceramic shattered. The gray ashes spilled across the polished marble.

"Alexander, I'll kill you!" I shrieked, my voice tearing my throat.

I dropped to my knees, frantically trying to scoop the dust into my hands. But Oliver ran over and viciously kicked the broken pieces of the urn, scattering Sophie's ashes even further across the room.

All logic vanished. I lunged at the boy, my fingers wrapping tightly around his throat. He stared up at me, his eyes wide with genuine terror as he saw the murderous hatred on my face.

Alexander grabbed my wrists, twisting them painfully until I let go. He hauled me up from the floor by my collar.

His dark eyes boiled with a lethal fury. "Diana, you laid hands on your own son. You really have gone completely insane. Today, I am going to teach you a lesson you will never forget."

He dragged me forcefully out of the room and shoved me into the dark, silent parlor next door. But as he stepped inside and looked at the empty, shadowy room, he hesitated for a fraction of a second.

His grip on my shoulder was bone-crushing. My arm felt like it was being ripped from the socket. Alexander looked at me like I was the most vile creature on earth, pinning me against the wall to force an apology for Bella.

"This is your last warning, Diana. If you don't apologize to Bella right now, I am filing for divorce."

A second later, Sebastian walked into the parlor, carrying a weeping Bella in his arms. He looked down at me like a god showing mercy to a peasant.

"Diana, no matter what twisted games Sophie played, she is still technically my wife. If you just get on your knees and sincerely apologize to Bella..."

My body shook with absolute fury. I leaned forward and sank my teeth deeply into Alexander's wrist. He grunted in pain and released me.

I darted toward the altar table at the front of the room. I grabbed the black cloth covering the center frame and ripped it away. With a scream, I threw the heavy wooden portrait directly at Sebastian's face.

"You all deserve to die! Every single one of you!"

The portrait struck Sebastian hard. "You think I'm lying? Open your damn eyes and look at whose funeral this is!"

Blood immediately began to trickle down Sebastian's forehead. The portrait clattered to the floor, landing face up.

Staring back at them was the beautiful, tragic face of Sophie.

Sebastian stood frozen, looking as if he had been struck by lightning. His trembling hands slowly reached down to pick up the photograph. "No... no, it's impossible. How could she be dead? She was only sentenced to three months... I just wanted to teach her a lesson..."

Alexander's expression shifted into profound shock and regret. He looked at me, his mouth opening, but no words came out.

Suddenly, Sebastian's eyes snapped toward the hallway. Pure horror contorted his features. "The urn... the ashes..."

I pushed past them, dropping to the floor in the hallway, painstakingly scooping the scattered gray dust back into the broken remnants of the box.

Sebastian rushed over, dropping to his knees to help me.

I shoved him backward with all my strength. "Get off! You have no right to touch her!"

Sebastian stayed kneeling on the marble floor, tears finally spilling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry... God, I'm so sorry..."

Just then, Bella clutched her stomach, her face twisting in agony. "Sebastian... my stomach hurts so much... The baby... I think something is wrong with the baby."

Sebastian froze. He looked at me, torn. But after only a second of hesitation, he stood up and lifted Bella into his arms.

Look at that. Even knowing Sophie had been burned to ash, he still chose Bella.

Bella sobbed against his chest, playing the understanding martyr. "Sebastian, just call an ambulance... I can go to the hospital alone. You... you should stay here with Sophie."

"No," Sebastian said, his voice tight with worry. "Right now, you are the most important thing."

He shot me a deeply guilty look. "Diana, I'll take her to the emergency room and come right back."

I didn't even lift my head. My eyes remained dead and vacant as I continued sweeping the dust into my hands.

But as I heard his footsteps fading down the hall, a bitter sorrow washed over me. Sophie gave everything for this man. This was the man she loved.

A moment later, Alexander marched Oliver back into the hallway. He forced the boy to his knees in front of me.

Oliver seemed to finally realize the gravity of what he had done. He kneeled quietly, his head bowed.

I didn't want to look at either of them.

Alexander frowned, his voice stiff and awkward. "I... I didn't know Sophie was actually... But if she hadn't tormented Bella in the past, we wouldn't have assumed she was lying."

I looked up at him. This man, whom time and wealth had treated so kindly, was the same man who once made my heart race. Now, he looked as repulsive as a rat crawling out of a sewer.

My voice was dead calm. "Let's get a divorce."

Alexander flinched. "Are you crazy?"

I let out a dry laugh. "You're the crazy one. What makes you think I'd stay married to you after watching you desecrate Sophie's remains?"

He gestured toward the boy on the floor. "What about Oliver? He's your son. I thought all you ever wanted was to bring him home and raise him yourself."

I stared at Oliver with absolute disgust. "I don't want him anymore. He's nothing but the toxic byproduct of Sinclair genetics."

The cemetery staff finally arrived. I ignored Alexander entirely and followed them to the burial grounds.

After Sophie's plot was sealed, I stood there tracing the outline of her photograph on the cold stone. Remembering the thirty years of laughter we shared, the grief finally swallowed me whole.

As I walked out of the cemetery gates, Alexander's car pulled up. He looked exhausted.

He stared at me, his brow heavily furrowed. There was a trace of pity in his eyes, but his words remained clinical.

"I understand you are grieving. But Sophie chose to end her own life. You shouldn't take your anger out on an innocent child. And you shoved Bella. She almost suffered a miscarriage. She's in the hospital right now trying to save the pregnancy."

I looked at him with ice in my veins. "Did you rush all the way out here just to demand justice for her?"

Alexander looked genuinely stung by my tone. "Do you have to speak to me like that? Do you have any idea what my mother would do to you if I hadn't stepped in to protect you?"

Of course. The entire Sinclair family adored Bella. She was the daughter of his mother's late best friend, the adopted golden child of the estate. And now she was carrying a Sinclair heir.

"Are you done?" I asked coldly. "If you're done, get the hell out of my sight."

I walked past him. He grabbed my arm, pulling me forcefully against his chest. His eyes softened with frustration and helplessness. "Diana, please stop this tantrum. Come home.

"I know losing Sophie hurts. But the living are more important than the dead. Don't you realize I haven't slept a wink since you left? Oliver regrets what he did. He's been crying, asking for his mother.

"Come home. We will stay by your side. We can heal from this together."

Hearing those words, I actually laughed out loud. I laughed until the tears started falling again. I shoved him away with violent force.

"Alexander, what gave you the arrogant delusion that you and your son could ever compare to my Sophie?

"Let me tell you the truth. I only married you to stay alive. I never loved you. I certainly don't love your son. Everything about the Sinclair family makes me physically sick!"

Alexander stared at me, completely paralyzed. "What... what did you say?"

I turned away. "Go tell your pathetic brother to wait. When his precious baby is finally born, I'll be sure to deliver a spectacular gift."