Chapter 12%
“But when I saw the panic on her face,” Wallace said quietly, “I suddenly thought… maybe your sister was the one I had been searching for all along.”
“So I took her away, without hesitation. I ignored all the warning signs, blinded by my hope.“”
“But after some time–and after running tests–I confirmed she wasn’t the one. Still, 1 convinced myself she might be close enough.” His voice turned cold.&
“It wasn’t until she stole the jade pendant and returned to confront you that I realized… the person I had been looking for, the one etched in my memories all these years, was you, Nancy.”
He looked straight into my eyes, his gaze unwavering.
“All the kindness I showed Veronica… the care I gave your sister–it wasn’t for them. It was all because of you. My heart never wavered, not once.”
“The only person I’ve ever truly loved is you.“}
Hearing Wallace’s words, the confusion and doubt that had haunted me finally cleared.”
No wonder he hadn’t cared when Veronica died.
No wonder he hadn’t punished my sister–the very murderer.>
Because in his heart, it was all tied to me.§
I looked at him, my voice calm but firm. “What did you do to my parents and sister?“}
At my question, Wallace raised his hand. “Bring them in.”
Moments later, the guards returned–dragging in my parents and sister. They looked nothing like the powerful figures from before. Their clothes were tom, their faces bruised and bloodied. The air around them reeked of pain and fear.
As soon as he saw me, my father fell to his knees and cried out in desperation:>
“Mr. Jacobson, this is all a misunderstanding!“}
“If we had known Nancy was the one you loved, we would never have treated her that way!“}]
“It was all Mary! She’s always been jealous of her sister–always poisoning our minds against her. We were just… confused!“}
My mother stepped forward, her voice trembling with practiced sincerity.}
“Nancy, darling, listen to your father. We were wrong, but it wasn’t out of hate. It was your sister–she kept twisting things, turning us against you.“}
“We do love you. Please, forgive us. Forgive your parents…“}
She almost sounded believable.
But I knew better.
They weren’t remorseful.
They were afraid.
And when I looked at my sister, I saw her eyes widen in horror.”
In that moment, she finally understood: our parents had never truly loved her.
What they loved–was usefulness.
As children, a fortune–teller once said she was born with wealth in her fate, while I was a bringer of misfortune. That single prophecy became their truth. From that day on, they poured all their affection into her, expecting her to lift them into a life of luxury.
But now that she’d failed them–now that her lies had endangered their lives–they turned on her without hesitation, throwing her into the fire to save themselves.
Her disbelief turned to rage.}
“You two snakes!” she screamed. “You were the ones who told me I was born lucky! You said my sister was nothing but a jinx! And now you say the opposite?! I’ll kill you!”
She lunged at them like a wild animal, her hands clawing, her teeth sinking into skin.”
My parents retaliated without mercy. They kicked, slapped, screamed.}
The three of them–once so close, so united in their cruelty–were now tearing each other apart like rabid dogs.
And I?
I watched them in silence.§
Not with horror.
Not with pity.”
With grim amusement.}
So this was family.
So fragile. So false.
In the end, the only person who had shown me sincere kindness was a starving boy I once shared a meal with.
How ridiculous.
Sister Pretended to be the Billionaire’s Wife
WIRT Gink delive
othes was farmity
So fragile So faise
In the end, the only person who had shown me sincere kindness was a starving boy I once shared a meal with t How ridiculous
How tragic
I made no move to stop the bloodbath.
Some punishments from the heavens could be endured
But the ones we bring upon ourselves?8
Those are the ones that must be paid in full
