My Brother Stole My Life

I asked my boss for the day off, intending to see my so-called brother.

When I reached Gideon's hospital room door, I heard voices coming from inside.

"Gideon, once you're feeling better, will you come to this concert with me?" Lenora asked, her voice playful, almost like she was talking to a lover. "I've wanted to see it for a long time."

Gideon's voice followed. "Okay. Then I'd better get better soon."

I knew exactly what concert Lenora was talking about. It was by a singer she'd liked for years.

When I found out he was coming here for a concert, I had suggested going together. But she'd avoided my gaze and said she no longer liked him and didn't want to go.

As it turned out, it wasn't that she didn't want to go. She just didn't want to go with me.

Mom was in the room too, sitting to the side and peeling fruit for the two of them. Hillary was there joking around with them as well.

Seeing this warm, cozy scene made my eyes sting. It was as if they were a happy family, and I was nothing but a stranger.

Forcing down my discomfort, I pushed the door open and walked in.

The four of them all turned to me, and the smiles on their faces froze simultaneously. It was clear they didn't welcome me at all.

Lenora's expression changed as soon as she saw me. Frowning, she said, "Ivan, what are you doing here? Didn't I say I'd go back later and explain everything?"

Gideon anxiously grabbed Lenora's hand.

"Ivan, can you give Lenora back to me?" he pleaded. "I can't live without her…"

Mom and Hillary instantly rushed to comfort him. No one spoke up for me. Not even Lenora.

Yet I was Lenora's husband.

Noticing my grim expression, Lenora wanted to say something to me, but I cut her off. As if to deliberately repulse Gideon, I harshly spat out, "Gideon Sloane, I'm Lenora's legal husband. Inserting yourself into our marriage like this is immoral, and it makes you a disgusting homewrecker."

Gideon's face flushed at my words. Somewhat out of control, he shouted, "I'm not a homewrecker! I was with Lenora first, Ivan! You were the one who stole her from me!"

As he yelled, he suddenly started gasping for air, unable to catch his breath. His face turned deathly pale, as though he were having an attack.

Mom and Hillary no longer stayed silent like earlier. Both of them rushed to his side, full of concern.

"Gideon, don't get too worked up. I'll call the doctor right now."

"Gideon, you're still sick. Don't risk your health over someone who isn't worth it."

Even Lenora was looking only at Gideon, her face filled with worry.

I watched them as they treated him like their most cherished treasure, and my heart clenched painfully.

I was the one related to them by blood. I was the one who was married to Lenora. So why was Gideon the only one they could see?

After calming him down, they finally remembered me. But when they turned, it was only to berate me.

"Ivan, you were never this petty before," Lenora said, disappointment clear in her eyes. "Gideon is a patient. Are you really going to be jealous over something like this?"

I could also hear the disgust in Mom's and Hillary's voices.

"Ivan, you're being completely unreasonable!" Hillary snapped. "Gideon and Lenora were each other's first love to begin with. You're the one who inserted yourself into their relationship, and now you're twisting the truth and saying Gideon's at fault?"

Mom scoffed. "Ever since you went to the countryside, you've picked up all the bad habits of the poor. The Sloane family doesn't have a son like you. Get out."

Hillary added, "Why didn't you just die out there back then?"

When I heard those words, the blood in my entire body seemed to freeze instantly.

All those years of struggling to survive in that quagmire, clinging only to my longing for them, now seemed almost absurd. And in that moment, the cold truth hit me harder than ever.

I never should have survived.

It was time for me to leave.