He dared to call it a pure childhood friendship. Only a fool would believe that. Tiffany’s eyes wen still red from her crocodile tears as she looked at me with feigned innocence.
Half–Summer Sister, please don’t get a divorce because of me and Damon. That would mak me feel like a homewrecker.” She sniffled and added softly, “If you really don’t want me here, I‘ move out today…”
She made a show of standing up, pretending to go pack her things. But before she could take more than two steps, Damon stopped her without hesitation,
‘Tiffany, ignore her. Just stay and be comfortable here.” His voice was gentle, doting.
‘You’re not married and there’s no one to look after you. What if you fall sick again like last time with morning sickness?”
The pity in his eyes wasn’t for her. It was for me. As if I were some pitiful, bitter joke.
I turned away, walked to the bathroom. And the moment I pushed open the door, splash!
A bucket of icy cold water drenched me from head to toe.
Laughter erupted outside,
‘Haha! I knew Elena would fall for it!” Damon was bent over, laughing so hard he could barely
stand.
“Elena, look at yourself–you’re so stupid!”
Only then did I realize someone had balanced a basin full of water on the bathroom door waiting for me. Tiffany, her red eyes still wet from her earlier tears, was now laughing so hard that new ones streamed down her cheeks.
“Half–Summer Sister, don’t be mad,” she giggled. “Damon noticed you’ve been in a bad mood lately, so he thought this would cheer you up. You’re not seriously going to get angry again over something so small, are you?”
I clenched my fists so tightly, my nails dug into my palms. The humiliation was unbearable shattering what little pride I had left.
Damon’s smile faltered when he saw my red–rimmed eyes. Realizing he’d gone too far, he approached me with a nervous expression.
“Elena, don’t cry.” He held out a tissue awkwardly. “You used to be able to take a joke. It’s just a bit of water. Go change your clothes.”
The more he spoke, the harder my tears fell. Panicked, Damon reached out to hug me. I stepped back, curling my lips coldly.
“Damon, don’t touch me. You disgust me.”
His face darkened. “What did you say?” Anger flickered in his eyes.
“Say that again? I’ve already told you, Tiffany and I are innocent!”
“She doesn’t even believe in marriage,” he added desperately, “She’s a non–marriage advocate!”
I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Innocent?” I spat. “If she’s so against marriage, why did she borrow your sperm to have a baby instead of anyone else’s? Can you explain that, Damon?”
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I’d had enough of his lies. “If you’re really innocent, then go tell her to abort the baby. Do that and I’ll believe you.”
His face turned ghostly pale. Rage and shame twisted his features. “Elena, stop being unreasonable!”
“I told you this child is Tiffany’s. It has nothing to do with me. I have no right to interfere in he decision!”
Suddenly, Tiffany dropped to her knees in front of me, her face a portrait of panic.
“Elena, I went through so much just to conceive this child. She’s my life. Please don’t be sc cruel…”
Her shoulders trembled as she sobbed, looking utterly pitiful. To anyone watching, it would seem like I was the heartless villain.
“Enough!”
Damon lost patience and scooped her up in his arms.
“You just don’t want to give up the room, do you? Fine, we’ll leave. I’ll take Tiffany somewhere else.”
He shot me one last, icy glare before the door slammed shut behind him.
The sound of their retreating footsteps echoed through the silence. I stared at the disheveled
room.
Then, as if all the strength drained from my body, I collapsed onto the floor.
When I finally pulled myself together, the first thing I did was take down our wedding photo from the wall. Without hesitation, I shredded it to pieces with a pair of scissors.
This relationship had been built on nothing but lies, betrayal and humiliation. It was time to let it
burn.
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