Chapter 2
The very next day, Alex with an arm locked around my waist entered my parent’s mansion to attend Jessica’s homecoming party. My body stiffened upon seeing familiar faces of his friends who mocked me openly as Alex kissed me.
“You must get along with everyone Elena, don’t disappoint me.” Alex warned while kissing my forehead as he saw Jessica coming towards us.
“Sister!”
Jessica stood across from me, her off–shoulder red dress making her look like a beautiful fairy in contrast with my plain self as she held my hands, yet her eyes strayed towards Alex, following all his moves.
“Do you hate me Elena? We are sisters but you never called me once after leaving home all these years.” Jessica sniffled with tears in her eyes.
“I am sorry for monopolizing all our parent’s love and care but you must understand that love cannot be forced.” her eyes looked at Alex intensely before continuing “Mom fell sick with a heart disease but you never came to visit once, how can I mend your relationship if you make no efforts sister.”
I opened my mouth to reply yet no words left.
“Elena does not know how to properly handle relationships yet, when I have time I will bring her around to meet your parents and apologize properly.”
Despite knowing the abuse and ignorance I have gone through in the past, Alex answered on my behalf like he was ashamed of my improper behaviour making my heart sink with anguish.
I excused myself from the crowd, desperate for a moment alone. The hallway leading to the restroom stretched before me.
“Well, if it isn’t my poor sister.” Jessica’s voice called out mockingly from behind me.
Her heels clacked against the marble tiles as she approached me with a smirk, the glass of red wine swirling in her manicured hands while she scanned my dress from top to bottom with a smirk.
“If I didn’t know better, I would have assumed that it was your grandma’s dress.” My fists clenched when Jessica mentioned my grandmother, a kind old lady who had adopted me and raised me before my biological parents found her address and forced me to return. “After throwing a tantrum and leaving home, how does it feel to work as a petty waitress in some rotten old bar?” Her lips curled into a sneer. “Your old granny is in the hospital right? To think she exhausted all her resources in raising an ingrate like you who even left her biological parents.”
“Shutup!” I screamed, trembling in horror.
Working without sleeping for days in an utterly desolate condition, I earned money to look after my grandma, the details of which I had only shared with one person, my husband-
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