My name is Ophelia, once my parents' only princess. They’d buy me cakes in the rain, their phones full of every moment of my life. But when my little sister, Delia, was born, everything changed. One day, when Delia had a fever, I tried to help by turning down the air conditioning. My mother slapped me and locked me in the fridge. I curled up in the cold, hearing their hurried footsteps as they rushed Delia to the hospital. I died in that fridge. They didn’t even notice. I became a ghost, watching them call me “selfish,” plan outings with Delia, and forget I ever existed. Finally, the fridge door opened. They saw me—still in my pink princess dress. My parents begged for me to come back, but it was too late. Their apologies were nothing but empty echoes in the silence.

Chapter 1

My parents spoiled me rotten, indulging my every whim.

They poured everything into giving me the perfect life—spending their savings on a beautiful house just for me.

When I mentioned craving a cake from across town, Dad would stand in the rain for hours to get it.

Mom's phone was filled with pictures of me, capturing every moment from my birth to age five.

Then Delia, my little sister, came along. Mom promised, "We’ll love you both equally. She’s just here to be your playmate."

At first, nothing changed. My parents’ love for me only grew stronger.

But then, one day, I turned the AC down a notch, thinking it might help cool Delia's fever.

Mom suddenly slapped me across the face, tears streaming down. "I was always pushed aside by my younger siblings. I promised you wouldn’t feel that way! But how could you be so cruel?"

She dragged me to the fridge, locked me inside, and spat, "Stay in there until you learn your lesson."

I tried to explain, but Dad’s voice cut throu