Lucian didn’t even wait for my response before coldly hanging up the phone.

With the call cut off, the room’s atmosphere instantly shifted. Those people who moments ago were laughing uproariously scattered like rats.

Delilah was the last to leave. The sweetness she wore in front of Lucian vanished in an instant, replaced by a vicious glare.

“Consider yourself lucky this time,” she sneered, eyes sharp as knives. “But soon, you’ll see exactly who he truly loves and who actually matters to him.”

Juliette followed her mother, her young face twisted with the same malice. “That’s right, you ugly hag! Your daughter deserved to die. Your crippled sister too. The world’s better off without trash like you.”

My body trembled in rage, my nails digging into my palms. I wanted nothing more than to strangle them both until my gaze dropped and I saw Irene on the floor, her limbs twitching uncontrollably, white foam spilling from her lips.

My fury instantly turned into sheer panic.

I rushed to her side, frantically carrying her out, stumbling through the corridors, pushing through the crowd.

At the hospital, after a barrage of emergency treatments, the doctor’s expression was cold, his voice harsher than ever. “If you want your sister to live, keep her away from this kind of trauma. One more episode like this and she won’t make it.”

I bowed repeatedly, apologizing, my voice hoarse. “It won’t happen again, never again.”

Back in the hospital room, Irene slowly regained consciousness, her pale lips quivering as her tearful gaze met mine.

“Just let me die, Sister… why am I even alive anymore?” Her voice cracked as she broke down.

I lunged forward, holding her tightly, my tears falling uncontrollably. “You can’t die! You’re all I have left. My daughter is already gone. If I lose you too how am I supposed to live?”

Our parents had died young and it had always been just the two of us. I worked day and night to put her through school. Lucian knew all of this, he used to say, “Your sister is my sister too. I’ll take care of her, just like you.”

Back then, he secretly sent her money, making sure she ate well and dressed nicely while I was busy working. When I caught him, he scratched his head sheepishly, “I just wanted to help. Irene is family, of course I’ll look after her.”

Yet now, the man who once vowed to protect us turned his back while strangers trampled on us.

I was the fool, I believed every lie he told me.

Taking a deep breath, I wiped away Irene’s tears, forcing my tone to remain calm,

“Enough. We’ll leave this place tomorrow. No more pain. No more begging. We’re leaving it all behind.”

A trace of light returned to her lifeless eyes, but the grief lingered. “But, what about Daisy? She was only five. Are we just letting her death go unanswered?”

Tears slipped down my cheeks, but my voice was firmer than ever, “No. We’ll leave this place but I swear to you, I’ll make every one of them pay. I’ll get justice for you and for Daisy.”

It took me the rest of the night to calm her down.

But before dawn, everything spiraled again.

That humiliating video of me and Irene, crawling and barking like dogs was plastered all over the internet, skyrocketing to trending headlines.

“Unbelievable! Sisters playing degrading games together, what a sick fetish.”

“Disgusting. Anything for money these days. This kind of trash doesn’t deserve to live.”

I stared at the hateful comments, my hands trembling with fury, my stomach turning from humiliation.

I had devoted everything to Lucian, trusted him to be my haven.

He ended up being the blade that gutted me.

That night, I grabbed my phone and dialed him. When he picked up, my voice was cold as steel,

“Lucian, I’ll sign your precious forgiveness letter and drop the case but you’ll sign something too. A guarantee. You stay away from me and Irene forever.”

Lucian agreed without hesitation.

We set a time and place and I returned home with the signed guarantee contract in my bag.

The moment I opened the door, a suffocating scene greeted me.

Juliette was sprawled across the sofa, grinning from ear to ear as she cut up Daisy’s dolls and dressed in Daisy’s pajamas.

Delilah lounged beside her, flipping through TV channels like she owned the place.

Lucian sat next to Delilah, gently peeling sunflower seeds for her with a care I hadn’t seen from him in a long time.

For a split second, my mind went blank.

This used to be my family’s living room. Daisy’s favorite dolls, her laughter, her tiny footsteps, this home was filled with her.

I clenched my fists, swallowed my disgust and calmly walked over.

“Here’s the guarantee contract,” I said, my voice void of emotion. “Sign it.”

Lucian didn’t even lift his head, casually signing the paper before tossing the forgiveness agreement toward me. “Your turn.”

I tucked the signed contract into my bag without hesitation, then picked up the forgiveness letter and scrawled my name across it.

Satisfied, Lucian leaned back lazily, “There’s been reports of a stalker near Delilah’s neighborhood. They’ll be staying here for a while. Since you’re so attached to Irene, stay with her at the hospital. My assistant will fetch you when she’s discharged.”

I didn’t reply.

I simply turned around and walked to the door, ignoring the puzzled look Lucian shot my way.

For some reason, watching me leave, his heart felt inexplicably uneasy. His hands, which had been leisurely peeling sunflower seeds, suddenly froze. He was about to call out to me until Delilah swiftly grabbed his arm.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

Lucian blinked back to reality and forced a smile. “It’s nothing.”

At the doorway, I stopped.

From beneath the guarantee contract, I retrieved a second document.

Divorce papers.

Without hesitation, I shredded the guarantee contract into pieces and tossed it into the trash bin by the door.

Lucian, you better pray you never regret today’s choice.

Because the day you regret it, I’ll make sure your life turns into living hell.

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