I Tore Apart the Sister Who Went Jogging in Bikinis

My name is Lily Cooper. My twin sister Jasmine Cooper has always been keen on dressing provocatively.

She jogs around the neighborhood in a bikini in the morning and dances on the balcony in lingerie in the evening.

I've advised her countless times, but she not only ignores me, she mocks me for having a dirty mind. She says she wants the freedom to dress as she pleases.

As a result, she caught the attention of the delivery guy Stefan Wilson, who often brought packages to her house, and slept with him for a month.

When she found out she was pregnant, she came to me. I told her to terminate the pregnancy and report it to the police, but she said I was inhumane and heartless.

But after the child was born, she was afraid her husband David Miller would come back to confront her, so she insisted I raise the child for her.

But her affairs had already spread like wildfire in the neighborhood, and many residents went to her house to scold her, threatening to kill her.

Yet she didn't hesitate to push me forward. "Look, the child calls her mom. The shameless woman seducing your men is her."

I was stripped naked by the angry women and thrown onto the street, and someone even recorded a video and uploaded it online.

The overwhelming online abuse crushed my spirit. I developed depression and eventually took my own life.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Jasmine was shouting about her freedom to dress as she pleased.