That day, I was mature enough to give Sarah plenty of space to handle things. I didn't bother coming home until one in the morning.

But when I opened the door, Sarah was standing there, glaring at me with a dark expression.

"Where the hell have you been? I called you a dozen times."

I paused mid-yawn and said flatly, "Went to an auto show with some friends."

Sarah looked at me like she didn't believe me for a second, her eyes scanning my face. She probably expected me to be crying, screaming, maybe even on the verge of hurting myself. The last thing she expected was for me to do nothing and just go have fun.

"What are you up to now? Lucas is your brother. Have a little decency and don't go after an innocent person."

I shook my head, my voice calm. "He's my brother. I'm not going to do anything to him."

Then I remembered something and added, "He's sick, probably from the shock. You should go see him tomorrow."

The room went dead silent.

Sarah's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of her throat. "You want me to go see him?"

I knew why she was so shocked. In the past, I would never have told her to go see another man. Hell, if I even saw someone talk to her for more than a few seconds, I'd lose my mind and interrogate her for three days straight. Looking back, I was insane.

She grabbed my wrist, her eyes full of confusion, her voice even trembling a little. "Jason, what is wrong with you?"

I brushed her hand off, my tone steady the whole time. "Nothing. Don't overthink it."

I was tired after a long day.

Sarah followed me, her face pale with anger. But just as she reached for me, her phone rang.

She answered. My mother's hysterical crying came through the speaker.

"Lucas tried to kill himself! Someone leaked the photos, and he couldn't take it. He took pills!"

Sarah's head snapped toward me, her eyes sharp and dangerous.

I stood there, a little stunned. To be fair, I had done exactly that in my past life. But this time, it wasn't me. What did I have to do with it?

Before I could explain, Sarah grabbed me and dragged me to the car, not caring how much I resisted.

At the hospital, my mother dropped to her knees in front of me. Her face was twisted with desperate, pleading love for Lucas.

"Please," she begged. "I'm begging you. Let Sarah go. Give her to Lucas. He's suffered so much."

Watching my mother's blatant favoritism, my chest still ached with a dull, familiar pain.

If anyone deserves pity, it's me. I was the one switched at birth. I grew up clawing my way through life in the countryside.

At four years old, I was climbing onto kitchen counters to teach myself how to cook. If my foster mother wasn't happy, she'd slap me across the face.

I dropped out of school at twelve. My foster father sent me to work in a textile factory, where my thumb and index finger were crushed by a machine. I still have the scars.

The first day the Robinsons brought me back, my own mother looked at me with disgust and questioned it more than once. "Are you sure he's really our son? He's so... country."

My mother's wailing pulled me back to the moment. I looked over at Sarah. She was staring right at me, not blinking, like she was waiting for my answer, too.

I smiled and turned back to my mother.

"Of course. I can't give him the marriage certificate, but Sarah can stay by Lucas's side for as long as he needs."

My mother's face froze.

But Sarah walked toward me, grabbed my arm, and pinned me against the wall.

"You screwed up, so now you're pawning me off for your mistakes?" Her voice cracked. "Jason, what the hell do I even mean to you?"

Her scream rang in my ears, and by the end, she was practically choking on her own words.

I looked at her red-rimmed eyes, genuinely confused.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

From day one, Sarah hated our arranged marriage. She thought I was vulgar and low-class. Sure, she married me, but that never stopped her from doing whatever she wanted on the side.

So why was she acting like this now?

While we were arguing, Lucas was brought back from the edge.

The second he saw me, he screamed and curled in on himself, backing away like I was some kind of monster. "Don't come near me! You already leaked my photos, what more do you want?! Get out! Just get out!"

My parents immediately stepped between us, their eyes throwing daggers of suspicion my way.

My throat tasted like blood. I forced the words out. "I didn't spread those photos. If you don't believe me, call the cops right now."

I pulled out my phone.

Sarah snatched it out of my hands and smashed it on the floor before I could even blink. "Haven't you caused enough of a scene?!"

The sound of my phone shattering echoed down the hospital hallway.

Someone recognized me. They held up their phone and started recording.

"That's the guy from Belland City—the famous jealous husband who's always catching his wife cheating."

"Honestly, I kind of feel bad for him. His parents don't give a damn about him. I heard his bride ditched him for a bar on their wedding night."

"Yeah, he chased after her in his tux and got into a fight."

On and on they went, talking about every stupid thing I'd ever done.

My head was ringing. I could see that night again like it was happening right in front of me.

The pouring rain. Sarah wrapped around some muscle-bound guy, kissing him like no one was watching.

I charged at them, no thinking, just pure rage. But I was outnumbered. They shoved me to the ground and beat me. My white tuxedo was ruined—filthy, torn, soaked through.

And Sarah just stood there watching.

It wasn't until a crowd gathered that she finally bothered to pull them off me. She looked down at me with pure disgust. "Just go home. Stop embarrassing yourself."

My body started shaking. I dug my nails into my numb palms and tried to walk away, my steps unsteady.

But Sarah thought I was running. She grabbed me and shoved me down onto the edge of the bed.

"You did something wrong, so apologize. Now."

My knees slammed into the floor. The pain drained the color from my face. I looked at my parents, begging for some kind of help. They both looked away at the exact same time.

My heart sank like a stone. I let out a bitter laugh.

It's fine. I stopped expecting anything from them a long time ago. I didn't want to fight Sarah anyway. All I cared about was keeping the baby safe.

Lucas just watched me, waiting. He was waiting for me to lose it, to start foaming at the mouth like I always did, like the pathetic clown they all thought I was.

But I just looked at him, calm as anything, and accepted the lie. "I'm sorry, Lucas."

Lucas's face froze. He stared at me, completely stunned.

Sarah helped me to my feet. She smiled and ruffled my hair. "I'm proud of you for admitting you were wrong."

I didn't react. I just said, "There's a car I really want. Can you buy it for me?"

Sarah's smile faltered. Her brow furrowed.

She used to love throwing money at me to shut me up. But now that money was all I cared about, something about it made her deeply uncomfortable.

In the end, I got the car. But Sarah's face stayed sour.

My mother looked at me with a mix of annoyance and contempt, like she was thinking, 'See? This is why you'll never be classy.'

I didn't give any of them a second thought. I just turned to leave.

And then Lucas hugged me from behind. "I forgive you, Jason," he said, playing the part of the loving little brother.

Before I could even react, he collapsed onto the floor. His face twisted with fake terror as he looked up at me.

"Jason, please don't hit me. I swear I won't tell anyone."

The whole room went dead silent.

I stood there, completely lost. I took a step toward him.

"What are you talking about?"

Lucas only screamed louder, scrambling behind Sarah like a scared animal.

Sarah wrapped her arms around him. She glanced at me, then said, "Don't be afraid. Tell us what happened."

My mother chimed in right on cue. "That's right, Lucas. Don't be scared. We're here. Just tell us."

Lucas shot me a quick look, then took a deep breath like he was summoning courage.

"Sarah, you've been played. Jason had a girlfriend before the wedding, and he never broke up with her. He's been sneaking around with her the whole time."

My brain went white. I couldn't stop myself from shouting. "That's complete bullshit!"

"Let him talk!"

Sarah grabbed my arm and turned her icy stare on Lucas. "How do you know that? What else?"

Lucas looked at me with barely concealed smugness. A flash of cruelty flickered behind his eyes. But when he spoke, his voice dripped with fake concern.

"Jason, come on. I can't keep lying to Sarah for you anymore."

He clapped his hands. The door opened. Someone walked in.

The second I saw Yvonne Turner, my blood ran cold.

She was the woman my foster parents tried to sell me to. Fifteen years older than me. A spinster who couldn't get married.

Those animals tied me to a bed. I was a minor. They tried to force me to sleep with her. I had to smash her head open just to escape with my life.

Lucas's voice cut through the memory. "This is Jason's girlfriend. Everyone in their village knows they're together. But he never told you, did he, Sarah?"

"You're lying!"

I lunged at him and punched him in the face. I was shaking like a cornered animal.

Lucas screamed, and Sarah shoved me hard against the wall. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face inches from mine. "How much have you been hiding from me?!"

"He's lying! There's nothing between Yvonne and me!"

I fought back the flood of tears, scrambling to defend myself.

But Yvonne grabbed my hand. Her greasy, leering face split into a grin. "Jason darling, don't act like you forgot who I am just because you got rich. I remember that red mole on your ass clear as day."

Sarah's brain seemed to short-circuit. Time stopped. Then she turned slowly and backhanded Yvonne so hard she hit the floor.

Yvonne lay there, blood streaming from her nose. She looked up and saw Sarah coming toward her. She scrambled to her feet and ran.

Everyone in the room turned back to me.

I stood as straight as I could, but I couldn't stop shaking. "I have nothing to do with her. You can investigate. You can—"

Sarah slapped me before I could finish. I hit the ground. Her face was a mask of pure devastation.

"You cheated on me, Jason!"

My father turned away with a heavy sigh.

My mother didn't even try to hide her disgust. "I knew it. You've been trash since you were a kid. Lying. Dropping out of school. Sleeping around. What else are you capable of?"

In that moment, they all believed Lucas. Every single one of them.

My heart dropped into a bottomless pit. My lips parted, but no words came out.

Then something split open inside me—like a blade coming down through the top of my skull. Rage surged up from my chest. I knew I was about to do something I'd regret. I got up, panicked, and started walking.

Sarah's face darkened. She yanked me back. "Oh no you don't. Now you're embarrassed? Trying to run?"

The last thread snapped.

I got up. And then I did something that made every single one of them regret it.