Chapter 2
“Arthur’s little sister, she’s the jewel of his heart. She’s pure and kind and Arthur dores on her endlessly!”
That much was true. Isla was the same age as me, twenty–four, yet the way she spoke made her seem three or four years younger, drawing out people’s instinct to protect her
But despite this being our first meeting, she made it clear she didn’t like me
When she administered my injection, I felt every deliberate misstep. Each misplaced needle sent a sharp sting through my skin, the pain intensifying with every prick
Within moments, the back of my hand was bruised and swollen.
She looked at me with a faintly apologetic expression, yet not once did she utter a word of
remorse.
In the end, it was a passing nurse, unable to watch any longer, who found an excuse to send Isla away. Only then was I finally able to receive my IV property
Even so, the unease in my chest refused to settle. I insisted she apologize.
Isla was unwilling, her lips pressing into a tight line. But under Arthur’s quiet pressure, she finally relented, muttering three reluctant words.
“I’m sorry.”
As soon as the words left her lips, her eyes brimmed with tears and she turned on her heels, fleeing without a second glance.
Arthur didn’t go after her. Instead, he offered me a warm smile, his voice gentle as he
reassured me it was nothing.
Yet, in the next breath, he shattered me.
He plastered my most intimate photos across the internet just to soothe Isla’s wou pride.
Before this, he had held my hand so tenderly, whispering, “Once you meet Isla, we’ll arrange for our parents to meet and talk about marriage.”
But if he truly wanted to marry me, why would he do this?
Had it all been a lie? Had every I love you he whispered over the past four years been nothing more than empty words?
Then, a drunken conversation resurfaced in my mind, one of Arthur’s friends laughingly slurring out a truth I had been too blind to see:
“If Arthur didn’t have to pretend Isla was his sister, do you really think it’d be your turn to be
called our sister–in–law?”
A sharp pain spread through my chest, knocking the air from my lungs.
I didn’t know how I made it out of that hotel. As soon as I stepped outside, I felt the sharp. judgmental stares filled with ridicule.
Shame pressed down on me, thick and suffocating, wrapping around my trembling form
like a second skin. My fingers shook as I dialed my parents‘ number, my last lifeline.
Sun 30 Mar
Shame pressed down on me, thick and suffocating, wrapping around my trembling form
like a second skin. My fingers shook as I dialed my parents‘ number, my last lifeline. Because of their work, they left every three years for classified research abroad, unreachable by anyone.
But today, of all days, their experiment had just ended.
The moment the call connected, their familiar voices broke through my fragile composure, shattering the dam I had desperately tried to hold.
I cried until my chest ached and my sobs turned silent. Then, with trembling fingers, I wiped my tears away.
“Mom, Dad… I’ve made my decision. I want to join you in your research. I want to do something meaningful with my life.”
Before, I had let Arthur’s whims dictate my choices. A simple complaint, a careless “I don’t dream want you too far from me. I’d be miserable without you.” and I had abandoned my without hesitation.
But now, I was done sacrificing myself for a love that never existed.
I had convinced myself that as long as my relationship with Arthur remained steady, it wouldn’t be so bad to build a future with him.
But I had been a fool.
He never loved me.
Someone who truly loved me would never stand by and let me be humiliated, reduced to nothing more than a passing joke for others to sneer at.
I had been blind and naïve.
But at least I still had a way out.
I numbly made my way back to my apartment. The moment I stepped inside, the cold emptiness hit me; Arthur hadn’t been back.
The smart home system detected the harsh glare of the outside light and without hesitation, the curtains slid shut. Shadows swallowed the room, deepening the exhaustion pressing down on me.
I sank onto the carpet, my body heavy with weariness.
I wanted to cry, but no tears came.
Then, a sharp ringtone shattered the silence.
I glanced at the screen. Arthur.
I answered.
“Where are you?”
