My sister and my boyfriend never got along. She didn’t believe that the charming and flirtatious heir would ever settle down for me. Even after my boyfriend proposed, she still tried to stop us from being together. To convince her, I registered a new account to test my boyfriend. Evan’s attitude was as cold as ice, always ignoring my messages. Just as I was secretly feeling pleased, I received a voice message from Evan. He said, “I’ve told you, except for you and your sister, I’m not interested in other women. “Grace, you’re so unsatisfied. Who will fulfill your needs if I get married?” Grace was my sister’s name. Hearing these voice messages, I felt like my entire body had frozen in an instant. In a panic, I pinched my thigh to confirm if this was just a nightmare. Amid the intense pounding of my heart, the harsh reality hit me. Evan and my sister were involved. And I was just a substitute for my sister. But… how could this be? Hadn’t they always disliked each other? My sister always said that Evan, apart from his prestigious family background, was just an utterly useless playboy. Evan, on the other hand, thought my sister was a meddling busybody. Every time we argued, she would try to convince me to break up. My phone suddenly rang with a call, pulling me out of my thoughts. I blankly rejected the call. Evan: [Why didn’t you pick up the phone?] [You’re not crying, are you?] [Come to the Nightshade Villa. I’ll satisfy you properly tonight.] [Don’t worry. Marriage is just a formality.] [Everything Mia has, you won’t miss out on.] [That includes me.] I stared blankly at the screen, a buzzing sound in my ears, feeling as if my body had frozen. Tears uncontrollably streamed down my face. Through my blurry vision, I couldn’t help but recall the first time I took my sister to that villa. Without me guiding her, she easily found the bathroom and the facial cleanser in the storage cabinet. When I checked her phone, I found that she had already connected to the Wi-Fi. She said she had accidentally entered my social account password. Evan’s corgi was incredibly affectionate towards her. She said it might be because it picked up my scent. But the dog totally ignored me, even when I offered a frisbee or a bone. Yet, it wagged its tail happily at my sister, whom it had just met. And at my sister’s house, there were limited edition bags, high couture dresses, and jewelry, just like mine. Some of them were things Evan had asked me to pass on under the guise of trying to please my sister. The rest, my sister said, were gifts from her suitors. I eagerly asked her about them, but she stammered and dodged the question. I thought she was shy, but it turned out she was hiding something. I also remembered when we went shopping and they bickered for my attention in front of me. Several times, the tense atmosphere was suddenly broken by laughter. I naively thought they were making up, happy that their relationship was improving. This pair of shameless lovers had been treating me as just a part of their game, playing me for a fool. I cried until my eyes were swollen and my head dizzy. Grabbing the car keys, I sped towards the Nightshade Villa. Nightshade Villa was Evan’s private club, and now it was hosting the groomsmen’s gathering. Evan was there. To my surprise, my sister was there, too. I stood outside the wall, watching them at the outdoor bar. Evan seemed to be drunk, his handsome face flushed red. He drunkenly held my sister’s neck, whispering in her ear. My sister frowned in disdain but mischievously pulled his tie. The surrounding men teased them with suggestive jeering. Evan, however, playfully swept his bangs back and purposely leaned back, flashing a mischievous grin, having succeeded in his prank.
My sister gasped and collapsed onto his lap. Evan wrapped his arms around her slender waist, kissing her lips under the dim lights of the outdoor bar. The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles. Some people opened champagne to celebrate, while others raised their phones to take pictures. Others laughed and teased, “Evan, you’re marrying Mia the day after tomorrow. Is it really appropriate to get intimate with her sister today?” “Haha, don’t tell anyone. Even if Evan takes care of Grace here tonight, Mia won’t find out.” “This is the Evan I know! Before, you were so obedient to Mia, always acting so devoted and faithful. Turns out it was all just an act? I really thought you’d changed!” Evan finally ended the passionate kiss. He was drunk, exuding a touch of arrogance. He said, “The one I’ve always loved is Grace, from the beginning to the end. But who’s to blame when Grace, this flirtatious woman, refuses to settle down for me?” Evan let out a light laugh, then kissed my sister on the cheek. “Guess I’ll have to settle for second best and be with her little sister. “Mia might not be as wild as Grace in bed, but as far as body and looks go, she’s not bad at all, tsk…” Evan helped my sister stand up and leaned her against the bar to rest. Someone handed him a coat, and he draped it over her shoulders. Someone asked, “Evan, are you going home tonight?” My sister looked up at him, her eyes dazed. Evan bent down, affectionately pinching her cheek. “Mia cares about her sister the most. I’m always second. Now that her sister is so upset, I naturally have to comfort her first.” He waved his hand behind him. “John, send Mia a message saying I’m drunk and won’t be coming back tonight. I’ll pick her up for rehearsal tomorrow.” As tears blurred my vision, my phone vibrated. John had sent a message. John: [Ms. Jones, Mr. Taylor is drunk and won’t be coming back tonight. Please rest early. He’ll come to pick you up for rehearsal tomorrow.]
I stood there for a long time, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Since we were little, my sister and I had always depended on each other. After our parents passed away, we were fostered by our uncle. My cousin constantly bullied me, and my aunt turned a blind eye. I was too scared to fight back, but my sister stood up for me. I didn’t dare to strike, but she was the one to teach them a lesson. In terms of academics, I was smarter than my sister. She didn’t like studying much, so in her senior year of high school, I stayed up every night to help her review, breaking down the material and explaining it to her. I painted a picture of a bright future for her, and we both ended up getting into university in this city. When we graduated, I found out my boyfriend was cheating. Without saying a word, my sister rushed to the hotel and beat up the cheating couple. Later, we shared a bedroom in a rented apartment, both uncertain about the future. Every night, we squeezed into one bed, promising each other that we’d take care of one another once we became successful. “We can’t forget our roots. “I’ll leave you the biggest room when I make it.” Since childhood, I’ve always considered her the most important person in my life. Maybe love for family always has its conditions, but I believed she would love me forever. So, witnessing her betrayal, I didn’t even dare to confront her. The one who once fought for me against the other woman had now become the mistress of my fiancé. My wholehearted trust was met with ruthless betrayal. I left the outdoor bar, the cold moon hanging high in the sky, the night air biting with chill. I remembered the first time I met Evan. At twenty-five, I had become the most renowned jewelry designer in Hamscent. At an international auction, after working nonstop for three days and nights, I nearly collapsed in front of the display booth. It was Evan who caught me just in time. Dressed in a suit, he was impossible to look away from. His gentle gaze made my heart race. Later, I heard he was the heir of a prestigious family and notorious for his flirtations, so I deliberately kept my distance. But to win me over, he gave up all his bad habits and pursued me relentlessly for a whole year. That year, during Christmas, I went back to my rural hometown to visit my seriously ill grandmother. Due to poor signal in the mountains, I couldn’t be reached. Worried that I might be in danger, he drove through mountains to find me. Seeing him in the heavy snow, wearing only a thin shirt, anxiously asking the villagers at the village entrance about my whereabouts, I knew then that I was meant to be with him for the rest of my life. During three years of dating, he always pampered me like it was the beginning. He would fix my hair at jewelry exhibitions, remember every vital day and surprise me, and carefully prepare before introducing me to his family. On every occasion, he proudly introduced me, “This is my fiancée, Mia, the youngest jewelry design master in Hamscent. “Her works have won numerous international awards, and even the royal family has appointed her to design their wedding jewelry. If you want to book her now, you’ll have to wait until next year. “Actually, you’ll have to wait until the year after next! “Because next year, we’re having a grand wedding. We’ll definitely invite everyone!” The love he gave me was perfect, but there was a fatal flaw, making everything fragile and easy to shatter. I went to the hotel alone and cried my heart out.
I kept telling myself that this was just betrayal, just being deceived. The wedding hadn’t happened yet. There was still time. I could run far away, leave this painful place, and stay away from these two. But why should I leave? They were the ones who were wrong. They would pay the price! And I should reflect on my lack of sharp judgment, not on my sincere efforts. I was not at fault. I was fine. The next day, during the wedding rehearsal, I returned to the apartment early. When Evan came to pick me up, I had already adjusted myself. But he still noticed my swollen eyes. “Why are your eyes so red?” He bent down and gently kissed my eyelids. I forced back my disgust and said, “I miss my parents.” Evan smiled, squatting down to help me change my shoes. “Your parents must be happy for you up in heaven.” I stared at the top of Evan’s head, my mind filled with a thousand thoughts. I thought, “Since you can’t be faithful, why choose me? Don’t you know that betrayal is the one thing I can’t stand? When you were having an affair with my sister, did you ever think about how much it would hurt me, how hopeless I would feel when I found out?” I held back those thoughts. Evan always boasted to the others that he would give me the most luxurious wedding the city had ever seen. I was going to turn this grand wedding into a ridiculous farce with my own hands. And Evan would be the saddest clown of all. The rehearsal went on until evening. Before leaving, I asked Evan and my sister to wait for me in the parking lot. I called in the wedding planner. This million-dollar wedding would be led by me and executed by her. After speaking with her, she looked troubled, as if she had something to say but didn’t know how. I acted as though I didn’t see. I knew my request was unreasonable. Such last-minute changes would bring a huge workload. But I had handled many high-society weddings and had dealt with more willful brides than me. Now that it was my turn to be the bride, why couldn’t I be willful just once? The driver was gone when I got into the car. Evan was sitting in the front seat, and my sister was in the back. The silence in the air was suffocating. I looked at my sister’s flushed face and sneered. Every time I saw this scene before, I thought they were just arguing, but it turns out they were sneaking around behind my back… I was really such a fool. I sat in the back seat, tired, and closed my eyes. “Where’s the driver?” Evan answered, “He went to the restroom. I’ll call him right away.” I gave a slight nod. Evan turned around, offering me a cup. The fragrance of coffee wafted through the air. “Are you tired?” he asked softly. Then he turned to my sister, commanding, “Grace, sit in the front.” “No need.” I opened my eyes, grabbed my sister’s hand, and turned to smile at her. I continued, “I still have so much to say to my sister.” Evan frowned, clearly displeased. “What is it that I can’t hear?” I smiled even more deeply, “It’s just some trivial talk, nothing important. If you overhear it, you’ll probably accuse my sister of trying to stir up trouble.” Evan snorted, “Grace, no matter how much you object, your sister and I are getting married now. You need to show me some respect in the future.” My sister seemed to sense something was wrong and didn’t retort like usual. Her expression froze, and she looked at me nervously. Free Point
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