“Queena!” George roared.


    “Queena,” Jeffrey cried, his voice trembling.


    "Queena, what''s wrong? Jeffrey, quick, see what''s wrong with your sister!"


    Teresa pushed Yvonne aside and cradled the unconscious Queena in her arms, her eyes filled with anguish. “Queena, my baby, you''re going to be okay. Your brother is the best doctor; he won''t let anything happen to you."


    The family formed a tight circle around the fainted Queena. Yvonne was shoved to the periphery, left standing alone in a corner like an abandoned stray.


    The original Yvonne would have been heartbroken by this scene.


    But this Yvonne was not that Yvonne. She watched them with a cold sneer, then turned and walked back to her room.


    Leaning against the sofa by the window, Yvonne pulled out her phone and ordered a strawberry cake online.


    By the time the cake arrived, the sky outside was dark.


    No one had thought of her. It was as if she had beenpletely forgotten by the entire Spencer family.


    Yvonne opened the cake box. Inside was a small, four-inch strawberry cake, a pathetic little thingpared to Queena''s three-tiered tower.


    She ced a candle on it and lit it with a lighter. The small me flickered gently.


    "Yvonne,” she whispered, "I know you''re probably gone, but I still want to wish you a happy eighteenth birthday... And don''t you worry. I''ll make every single person who hurt you pay."


    As she finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind blew in from the open window, extinguishing the candle.


    It was as if the other Yvonne was answering her.


    Perhaps there really was a soul after death. How else could she have been reborn in this girl''s body?


    “Yvonne...?” she whispered tentatively, but there was no reply.


    Just then, the door to her room was thrust open.


    A handsome, well-built man strode in, his eyes fixed on Yvonne with a chilling intensity.


    He walked straight to the table and, with a sweep of his arm, sent the cake crashing to the floor.


    "Queena is in shock and won''t wake up, and you''re in here celebrating with cake? Yvonne, is your heart made of stone? You make me sick!"


    Yvonne narrowed her eyes, studying the man. Suddenly, a sharp, violent pain stabbed at her chest, and tears welled in her eyes against her will.


    She clutched her chest, knowing this was the lingering emotion of the body''s original owner.


    The pain was immense.


    The man before her was Matthew Gonzalez, the person she had loved most in the world. And because she loved him, she had given him the power to destroy her.


    The young girl''s memories rushed back, overwhelming her.


    Yvonne was twelve when she returned to the Spencer family. Ima show of fairness, Mr. and Mrs. Spencer enrolled her in the same prestigiou


    school as Queenia.


    The twelve-year-old Yvonne was timid and frail, and she was mercilessly bullied at the elite


    school, Queena''s clique not o


    ostracized her but tormented her. They shoved her head into actoilet, nearly drowning her They stripped her naked and took photos. Looking her in dark rooms was amon urrence.


    One day, they locked her in the biologyb.


    The room was pitch ck, filled with the eerie silhouettes of animal specimens and human skeletons. It was terrifying.


    She cried and screamed for help in the darkness, pounding on the iron door until her hands were raw and swollen, but no one came.


    Until Matthew appeared. He heard her cries and smashed theb window.