Whispers of Betrayal Rewrite Her Fate

The sweltering heat of summer was enough to make anyone irritable.

Even with the air conditioner running, the atmosphere in the room was stifling, suffocating.

Donna cowered in the corner of the hospital room, trembling nonstop, avoiding the pill the doctor was trying to hand her.

"No, I won't take the medicine. I'm not sick!"

"Let me get out of here!"

Donna covered her ears, shaking her head violently, shouting at the female doctor. But the doctor seemed accustomed to such scenes, gently soothing Donna, coaxing her to take the pill.

But it was useless.

Just as the doctor was about to try another method, a young woman walked into the room.

She had striking pink hair and wore oversized sunglasses that concealed half her face.

Taking in the scene inside, she sneered, slipped off her glasses, and spoke to the doctor.

"That's enough. Your work here is done."

"Step outside for now, let me have a word with her."

The female doctor respectfully nodded, obeyed, and carefully closed the door behind her. At that moment, Sakura chuckled lightly, crossed her arms, and slowly walked toward Donna.

"Well? My crazy sister, still not used to life in the psychiatric hospital?"

"A lunatic like you belongs here. Or would you rather be outside, hurting other people?"

Hearing Sakura's mocking voice, Donna's eyes flew open wide in fury. She glared at Sakura with bitter resentment.

"Why? Why do you treat me like this?"

"Where's Andrew? Does he know you've locked me up in here?"

At the mention of Andrew, Donna's eyes lit up, her face flickering with hope, her voice growing more frantic.

But Sakura, as if hearing the funniest joke, smirked and replied with disdain.

"Andrew? You mean that foolish husband of yours?"

Sakura brushed her fingers through Donna's hair, curling her lips in contempt.

"He's the one who suggested throwing you in here."

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too foolish to keep your husband."

"Now, your husband is obsessed with me."

"Every time he sees me, he can't help but wag his tail like some pathetic dog."

Sakura's voice dripped with mockery.

"And you? You're nothing but a loser, a lunatic."

"Your husband is madly in love with me, and soon I'll take your place as deputy director of the corporation you two built together."

Sakura giggled, watching Donna's face flush crimson with rage.

Her eyes burned red, her chest heaving furiously. Sakura leaned in, taunting further.

"So? How does it feel to be outdone by me?"

Grinding her teeth, Donna lunged forward, desperate to claw at Sakura's deceitful face. But Sakura swiftly dodged and, with a vicious kick, sent Donna crashing onto the floor.

"Why?"

Donna screamed, but Sakura only admired her freshly painted nails, looking down on her with disdain.

"What else?"

"Didn't you always look down on my mother for being just your father's mistress?"

"Didn't you scorn me for being some country bumpkin?"

"Well, I wanted to see what someone as 'noble' as you had over me."

"And reality proves nothing but stupidity."

Sakura sneered coldly. She grabbed the pill bottle from the nearby table and hurled it to the ground.

Then, picking up a cup, she flung it at Donna.

The sharp sound of shattering glass rang out as shards scattered across the floor.

Donna's hand was cut by the fragments, streaks of red blood staining her skin.

Seeing this, Sakura suddenly screamed.

"This is bad! Help me!"

"Donna's having a mental breakdown."

"She tried to stab me in the neck with the glass!"

Sakura shrieked and bolted out of the room, just as the doctor rushed in.

She pointed straight at the stunned, bewildered Donna and shouted.

"Sedate her! She's gone completely insane!"

Donna, naive and helpless, was finally restrained by the doctor, forced onto the hospital bed, and injected with the drug.

As her vision blurred,

she saw Sakura sneering at her like a victor,

then lifting her chest proudly,

walking away with her back straight.

....

Donna, exhausted, ran along the road, her bare feet bleeding, yet her eyes still burned with determination.

When she saw the familiar door of her home, a breath of relief escaped her lips.

Overflowing with longing, she rushed straight inside, ignoring the resistance of the household staff.

No one was downstairs.

Like a madwoman, she dashed upstairs searching for everyone, shouting loudly.

"Mom, Dad, I'm back."

"Sakura and Andrew sent me to the mental hospital. The two of them conspired to harm me...."

Her frantic appearance, hair disheveled, clothes in disarray, swollen feet dripping with blood, did not stir the slightest concern from those sitting on the sofa.

They stared coldly at Donna.

In the depths of her despair, Sakura giggled, leaning against Andrew's shoulder as she said,