I Thought You Loved Me Until I Died

Chapter6

Olivia’s POV

I opened my eyes groggily, my body heavy with exhaustion, every limb aching as if I had been crushed. The room spun slightly.

Before I could fully wake, my mother rushed in and yanked me upright by the arm. Pain shot through my shoulder.

“What did you do to Evelyn?!” she shouted, her voice sharp with panic. “She only ate a few bites of the pizza and her face started swelling. Her wolf can barely breathe!”

My father’s voice followed, filled with fury. “You did this on purpose. You were trying to kill her!”

My body throbbed from being dragged. I struggled weakly against my mother’s grip, my voice faint and hoarse. “I didn’t… I didn’t do anything. I just made the seafood pizza she likes…”

Before I could finish, my father strode forward and kicked me hard.

I fell to the floor, my head slamming violently against it. A sharp ringing filled my ears.

“You knew she’s allergic to seafood!” he roared. “You were trying to kill her!”

“No… she’s eaten it before… many times…” I trembled as I spoke, the words barely forming. Warm blood seeped from the corner of my mouth, dripping onto the floor.

“Still lying?” my father snapped, raising his hand again, ready to strike.

But this time, my mother grabbed his arm.

Her voice softened, hesitant, almost trembling. “Stop… Olivia is bleeding. You can’t treat her like this. She… she is our biological daughter, after all…”

I lay on the ground, staring at them.

A laugh bubbled up inside me, uncontrollable—but no sound came out. My chest shook silently.

Biological daughter.

So… you do know.

You know I’m your real daughter.

My father stepped closer, his gaze finally settling on my frail body. For a brief moment, something like pain flashed in his eyes. His hand reached out, as if he was about to help me up.

Then Lucas’s voice echoed urgently from the hallway.

“Hurry! Evelyn fainted!”

Everything changed in an instant.

My parents rushed out of the room without another glance at me, their footsteps frantic, their voices fading as they called Evelyn’s name.

The room fell silent.

I stared at the empty doorway, then slowly closed my eyes.

—

The next morning, sunlight poured through the curtains and landed directly on my face. The brightness was piercing, forcing my eyes open.

My body was freezing.

That was when I realized—I was still lying on the cold floor, exactly where I had fallen the night before.

No one had come.

No one had checked.

No one had even noticed.

It took all my strength to push myself upright. My limbs trembled violently, and my head throbbed as if it might split open. I leaned against the bed for support, breathing slowly until the dizziness eased.

I looked around the familiar room.

The same furniture.

The same curtains.

The same silence.

And yet… my heart felt strangely lighter.

Only one day left.

After tomorrow, I would leave this world forever.

Laughter drifted in from outside my room—bright, lively, full of relief. I knew instantly that Evelyn was back.

The door burst open, and my mother walked in first, her face glowing with joy.

“Thank goodness! Evelyn is safe,” she said, clasping her hands as if she had just escaped a nightmare.

My father followed, nodding firmly. “This time, we won’t punish you. Evelyn kept speaking up for you the whole way back from the hospital. She asked us not to blame you.”

Lucas stepped closer to me, his voice almost pleading. “Olivia… I already promised I would claim you. Please stop making things difficult for Evelyn. You don’t understand—if we hadn’t gotten her to the hospital in time, the consequences would’ve been unbearable.”

I simply looked at them, silent, my expression empty.

My mother suddenly broke the quiet, as if remembering something important. “Oh, right! The doctor said Evelyn is too weak. She needs a brighter room, one with more sunlight. She’s been sleeping in that dark little bedroom for years. No wonder her health is so poor.”

My father nodded immediately. “Yes. Olivia, you’re the older sister. Give your bedroom to Evelyn so she can recover. You don’t have any objections, do you?”

Lucas looked at me, anticipation clear in his eyes.

I paused for a second, then nodded calmly. “Okay. I’ll pack my things now.”

Evelyn’s face lit up instantly. She jumped in place, clapping her hands, unable to hide her excitement. It was the room she had always wanted.

But my parents didn’t react the way they usually did. As I turned and walked away, I heard their confused murmurs behind me.

“She used to refuse every time we asked her to give up the room…” my father muttered.

“And now she agreed so quickly?” my mother added.

Lucas sounded puzzled too. “Something feels… off. She’s changed too fast.”

Evelyn seemed to notice their suspicion. Her tone softened immediately, laced with false concern. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. What if it makes Olivia unhappy? I’m used to the small room anyway…”

My parents rushed to comfort her.

“Nonsense. You deserve the best.”

“If she dares to hurt you again, we won’t let her off so easily.”

I kept walking, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.

Just One more day.

After that, nothing would matter anymore.

—

I began packing my room slowly, folding clothes, clearing drawers, stacking books. The sunlight poured in through the large window, warming the floor, the bed, the desk—everything Evelyn had always envied.

Behind me, a sharp, mocking laugh suddenly cut through the quiet.

I turned.

Evelyn stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, her eyes cold and piercing.

I faced her, expressionless.

“You lost, Olivia,” she said smugly.

I looked at her calmly. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Her smile faltered for a moment before hardening. “My parents died for this tribe. Everything they had… was taken. I’m just reclaiming the happiness that should’ve been mine.”

She stepped into the room, her voice low and bitter. “When I came here, I learned something fast. If you’re not loved, you get abandoned. I had no choice.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you treated me like this,” I said, my voice steady. “All these years… framing me, pushing me, trying to ruin me. Do you really want me dead? I never did anything to hurt you.”

Her expression twisted, eyes blazing with hatred.

“Because only if you die will they love me alone,” she hissed. “Only if you die will Lucas truly accept me.”

Her words hit like knives.

“I don’t understand,” she continued, voice trembling with resentment. “Why do you get everything so easily? Loving parents. Lucas. A place in this family. And I have to fight for every little piece of it.”

My emotions finally cracked. My voice rose uncontrollably.

“How can you be this cruel? Just for yourself—for me to die—you threw away my medicine!”

She glanced at my trembling body and smirked. “So what? They won’t believe you anyway.”

Before I could react, her hands shot out and clamped around my throat.

Air vanished instantly.

I struggled, clawing at her wrists, my vision darkening as my lungs burned. My strength was already fading—I couldn’t fight back.

Footsteps sounded faintly outside.

Lucas’s voice called from the hallway, casual and unaware. “Olivia? Do you need help moving your things?”

Evelyn froze.

Like a startled bird, she released me suddenly. I staggered, nearly collapsing, gasping for air.

In the next second, she grabbed the flower vase from my bedside table.

And before I could understand what she was doing—

She smashed it hard against her own head.

“Evelyn!”

Lucas heard the crash and shoved the door open.

What he saw first was her.

Evelyn lay crumpled on the floor, her body trembling, blood trickling down from her temple and staining the pale carpet. Shards of the broken vase were scattered everywhere, glinting under the sunlight. One piece still rolled slowly across the floor before coming to a stop.

Her breathing was shallow, uneven, like she might lose consciousness at any second.

Behind her, I stood there, bent over slightly, gasping for air. My throat burned where her fingers had pressed, each breath scraping painfully through my chest. My vision was still blurred, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut just to steady myself.

Lucas rushed straight past me and dropped to his knees beside Evelyn.

“Evelyn! Evelyn, look at me!” His hands hovered over her, not daring to touch her wound. “Can you hear me?”

She let out a faint whimper, her lashes trembling.

That was enough to ignite his panic.

He turned sharply toward me.

His eyes were red, fury blazing in them like wildfire. He strode over in two quick steps, stopping right in front of me. I could feel the heat of his anger even with my eyes still closed.

“Olivia!” he roared, his voice shaking the room. “You’re killing her!”