After getting the divorce certificate, I quietly ended my pregnancy alone.
Taking the large portion of assets Alex had divided for me, I found a picturesque little town in Switzerland to recover.
They found me an eyesore; two years passed, and not a single phone call came from my closest relatives. I was content with the peace and quiet.
Until recently, when my sister called. “Chloe, Dad is seriously ill. Come back to see him one last time.”
Dying? Well, that might be worth going back to enjoy the show.
So, i boarded a flight home.
When I arrived home, the dark, oppressive clouds hung very low, signaling an impending storm.
As soon as I pushed open the door, my eyes fell on vivid red celebratory decorations. My father sat solemnly on the couch, his stern gaze sweeping over me. Isabelle seemed oblivious, clinging affectionately to my father’s arm, playfully coaxing him, and his usually strict gaze instantly softened with doting affection.
I’d lived through such blatant favoritism for over a decade, and the pain had long since dulled.
But clearly, he was perfectly healthy.
“Father, I heard you were seriously ill?” I raised an eyebrow, smiling as I looked at my sister.
“You brat!” A glass cup whizzed past my forehead, shattering into pieces.
A sharp sting on my forehead, and I turned to leave. My sister seemed to react just then, quickly rolling her wheelchair to my side, affectionately grabbing my hand.
She had changed so much.
Before, she was always arrogant and overbearing with me.
Now, she appeared much calmer on the surface, but her er
nood madness and a sick obsession.
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Now, she appeared much calmer on the surface, but her eyes held a hint of deranged madness and a sick obsession.
I guessed that being unable to dance ever again was a huge blow to her.
After all, once, simply because a dance teacher praised my talent, she secretly scattered marbles on the stairs.
Luckily, someone discovered Isabelle’s actions and warned me. But I still followed Isabelle’s unspoken wish and fell. I controlled my fall, making it not too light, not too heavy, but pretending it was very serious.
I missed the chance to participate in the dance competition.
From then on, I deliberately hid my talents, choosing to be Isabelle’s shadow.
How could such a fiercely competitive person like her endure needing help even with basic bodily functions?
My sister forced a gentle smile. “Chloe, on such a joyous day, what silly things are you saying?”
At this point, there was nothing I didn’t understand. They had tricked me into coming back to witness Alex and Isabelle’s wedding.
Meeting my sister’s hidden smugness and challenging gaze, I replied calmly and sincerely, “Then, congratulations to you both in advance, sister and brother–in–law. May you have a hundred years of harmony and many children.”
Isabelle’s challenging smile froze on her lips. The person who had just opened the door and stepped in paused, his steps faltering for a
moment.
“Alex!”
My sister called out cheerfully.
