My younger sister is a romantic who is obsessed with social status.
Her ideal man must be rich,handsome,and successful.
As her older sister,I told her character should be the top priority.

When she announced she was marrying a diamond magnate she’d only known for a month,I warned her that a lawyer colleague of mine had handled a case against him—he had defaulted on payments to suppliers and workers’wages,landing in court.
Later,she married a steady programmer with a stable job but complained he was lacking in ambition and didn't earn enough money.
She blamed me for meddling,claiming I’d blocked her path to a wealthy life.
She harbored resentment towards me for years.
On the day of my housewarming party,she tricked me into going to the rooftop to“talk,”then pushed me off.
When I opened my eyes,I found myself back on the day when she was bragging about her new boyfriend.

This time,I said,“Anna,you’ve got great taste.”
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I was reborn on the day my sister,Anna Hayes,announced her new boyfriend at home.
Anna clung to Mom’s arm,flaunting a bracelet on her wrist.

She boasted it was a gift from her boyfriend of one month—$3,000,a Cartier!“You’ve never seen anything as nice as it,have you?You can tell how much a man loves you by how much he’s willing to spend on you.He doesn’t hesitate when it comes to me and has promised to marry me!”
Our relatives cautioned her that a month was too short a time to truly know him,urging her to slow down,focus on finding a job after graduation,and understand him better before talking about marriage.
Anna snapped,“You’re all so old-fashioned!It’s a new era—everything moves at a fast pace.If you don’t seize a good opportunity quickly,someone else will!”
“He’s handsome,capable,spends freely on me—my destined prince charming!”
“I’m at my prime,young and beautiful.Should I end up like my sister,working for years,aging,dating a broke guy who can’t even help our family?”
Her gaze landed on me,filled with disdain.
I froze,memories flooding back.
In my past life,she’d humiliated me publicly too.I had let it slide,thinking she was young and had lost our father when she was a child,and I,as her elder sister,had to guide her,like a parent would.
“Do you have a photo?Let’s take a look at him.We can help you assess him,”I said,smiling.
Anna passed her phone around.“See?Isn’t he dashing?His family owns a company—capable,handsome,rich,and treats me well.If I don’t hold onto a guy like this,I'd be an idiot!”
She preened like she was already a high-society wife.
When the photo reached me,he looked familiar.I snapped a picture and texted a colleague,asking if he’d been a client at our law firm.
The reply came:“That’s Julian Wright.He was sued for withholding suppliers’payments and workers’wages for two years.”
In my past life,out of a sense of responsibility,I’d told Anna the truth.
“Forget about his money or his abilities. Withholding workers' wages shows that he lacks character. If you marry him, he won't treat you well. Focus on your work and find someone reliable later on.”
With relatives’persuasion,Anna reluctantly dumped Julian.
I found her a stable job and introduced her to reliable programmer brother of my colleague.
They lived comfortably,free of financial stress.
But Anna grew dissatisfied,constantly comparing herself to her friends who had new jewelry,designer bags,or cars.
She saw her husband’s reliability as a sign of weakness,his kindness as a lack of backbone,always muttering he wasn’t Julian Wright.
She blamed me for ruining her dream of being a rich man’s wife.
On the day of my housewarming,she lured me to the rooftop and pushed me off.
Mom saw it happen when she came to call us for dinner but claimed it was an accident, saying that the roof was slippery due to the rain and we had been playfully scuffling.