A Sister’s Betrayal Chapter 2

Jessica, still sobbing, pulled a small, folded yellow paper charm from her pocket. "It was the protective charm you gave me, Ethan! It saved me! You're my hero!"

She pressed the charm into his hand. "You should keep it. Let it protect you forever."

Ethan smiled, his expression full of adoration. He tapped her nose playfully. "It's just a worthless piece of junk. You have a good heart, Jessie. That's why fate wouldn't let you get hurt."

He casually tossed the charm to the ground. It landed in a puddle of my blood, the ink on the paper smudging and blurring instantly.

I stared at that charm. The charm I had gotten for him by making a pilgrimage to a remote mountain monastery, my forehead bruised and raw from kowtowing every few steps, my legs black and blue. I remembered giving it to him, how he’d held me tight and sworn he would cherish it forever, that he would never betray me.

But that was before my parents came back from their trip two months ago, bringing Jessica with them. After that, Ethan changed. The vows were forgotten. The charm became a "worthless piece of junk."

He wasn't disgusted by the charm. He was disgusted by the genuine love I had offered him.

Watching the two of them, completely lost in their own world, felt like my heart was being physically ripped in two.

One was the sister I had always cherished. The other was the man I had just gotten engaged to.

When had they gotten together behind my back?

I didn't know. And I didn't want to know anymore.