Chapter 3

But I didn’t know if this thought was right or wrong.

Did I really have the right to decide someone else’s life?

My brother Tyler sat on the sofa, eyes vacant, drooling.

His eyes were wide-set, his pupils small, making him look somewhat unsettling at first glance.

For so many years, our family hardly dared to let him out alone. If we could, we would have kept him on a leash.

Mom had even quit her job to be by his side constantly.

I suddenly hesitated, murmuring,

“Is this really the right thing to do?”

“If I give Jason Reed’s life to you, you’ll become normal, but you’re also destined not to live past 35…”

“But if things stay as they are, when you get older…”

In my last life, my brother remained XYY syndrome-affected and intellectually disabled his entire life. He was cursed at every time he went out. Later, he would tremble when he met strangers and would lock himself in his room, hurting himself when he was upset.

Jason Reed’s fate, though not bringing wealth, was destined for a peaceful life.

Now facing such a choice, I was at a loss.

Suddenly, Tyler stammered,

“G-good, Sis…”

I froze, realizing he was actually responding to me.

Tears streamed down my face in an instant.

My brother, trapped in that body, must have been suffering even more than I imagined.

And so, I solemnly placed that longevity lock on him.

As graduation approached, Brittany and Jason had secretly gotten their marriage license because Brittany didn’t want to spend money on a wedding reception.

Two years ago, when Brittany and I went to a temple to pray, we coincidentally met a fortune teller.

After analyzing our birth details, he marvelled at my fate, saying I was destined for wealth, and after graduation, I would enjoy thirty years of immense fortune. Money, both legitimate and windfalls, would pour in; I’d be swimming in cash without lifting a finger.

At the time, Brittany didn't believe him, but over the next two years, everything the fortune teller predicted for me came true.

So, she must have coveted my fate for a long time.

In my last life, she took my prosperity, enjoyed a lifetime of luxury, and caused my early death. This life, it was time for her to pay the price.

I’d give her a husband with XYY syndrome, and we’d see if she could handle it!

I went to a jewelry store and picked out an identical longevity lock to wear myself.

That way, those people couldn’t say anything.

Brittany happily took a photo with me and posted it on Ins, with a caption hinting at something else:

“Bringing fortune home.”

And Jason commented below: “Honey, wait till I get rich and take care of you (thumbs up).”

She replied: “Okay, hubby (tongue out).”

I was very much looking forward to seeing how they would get rich.