Brother, I Don't Forgive You

Banished from her own home by a furious Austin, she is forced to watch him install Audrey in her bedroom. Without a single glance of remorse from him, she turns away, quietly wiping away the blood dripping from her nose. Suffering from a terminal illness, she knows her remaining days are numbered. As she walks out into the cold, she realizes that her impending death will finally give him exactly what he has always wanted. Can there ever be forgiveness in this heartbreaking modern novel?

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Chapter 6

When I woke up, I found myself indoors, lying on a hard wooden bed.

"You're awake."

The sudden voice startled me, and the terrifying memory of that night in the hotel came back to me immediately.

I looked palely at Andy sitting beside me.

I retreated in fear as if he were the devil.

"You? What do you want?"

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been kicked out of the house by Austin.

That day, I found out that I was sick and went to the bar for a few drinks.

Then I met Andy.

I didn't seduce him, but I woke up in a hotel room with him.

I looked around, grabbed everything I could, and threw it at him fiercely.

Andy dodged in embarrassment and smiled bitterly, "Calm down. I won't do anything to you."

After I calmed down, he stood far away from me with a guilty look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I know it's not your fault. It's ours.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not interested in you. It's just that Audrey has always hated you and wants me to help drive you away from Austin..."

I was stunned instantly.

It turned out that the whole scene was designed by Audrey.

I stared at Andy fiercely. "I helped you, and this is how you repay me?"

When Andy was stranded in this city, he almost starved to death.

I gave him 1,000 dollars. That was how he got through the crisis and survived.

Only the two of us knew about this.

Later, Audrey brought him to see Austin and me and introduced him as her friend. I pretended to meet him for the first time.

But I didn't expect people's hearts to be unpredictable.

I looked wary as Andy handed me a bowl of medicine soup to treat cold.

"You have a slight fever. Drink this."

I didn't move.

I didn't dare to drink what he handed me. Not anymore.

After drinking it once, I was kicked out of the house. If I drink it again, I might die.

I instinctively touched my pocket and found it empty.

Andy's eyes flashed with guilt. My diagnosis report had already been soaked by the rain, and now it lay wrinkled and quietly in his palm.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were sick. I just felt guilty about helping Audrey deal with you like this..."

So, when he saw me on the street, he brought me back.

Expressionless, I snatched the diagnosis report from his hand.

Then I tore it into pieces.

Andy looked at me in silence. Then he said, "Does Austin know?"

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