Our Love Died Alongside My Sister

After his female assistant crashed her car into my sister, my CEO fiancé, the man who once adored me beyond reason, swore he would make her pay. However, instead of punishing her, he promoted her to my position at work. He claimed that the higher she climbed, the harder she would fall.

He spent millions at an auction to buy her a bracelet and even bought her dog a luxury mansion as a kennel. Every time, he told me the same thing: it was all part of his revenge plan and that I needed to endure it a little longer.

My sister suffered a brain hemorrhage caused by complications from the accident and urgently needed surgery. Desperate, I begged my fiancé to return the salary he had managed for me over the years. He agreed and told me to get his assistant's approval for the withdrawal.

When I submitted the request, she rejected it for incomplete documentation. After I finally gathered everything she asked for, she smiled, said office hours were over, and told me to come back tomorrow.

My sister died before tomorrow could come. Only then did my fiancé call to comfort me.

“Tell Dolly to wait a few more days for her surgery. Everything I’m doing is to get revenge on Sylvia and avenge Dolly. During her celebration banquet the day after tomorrow, I’ll take back everything I gave her and ruin her completely. After that, we’ll get married. You and Dolly will finally be happy.”

By then, I finally understood. His so-called revenge was nothing more than an excuse for the way he indulged and favored his assistant.

When my sister died, whatever remained between us died with her.

Before my fiancé, Grayson, could finish feeding me another empty promise, I hung up without another word.

Seconds later, my phone exploded with messages.

[Jade, what are you throwing a tantrum for now? I already told you. Indulging Sylvia is just part of my plan for revenge.]

[We’re only delaying the surgery for three days. Your sister isn’t going to die. Besides, I already promised that I’ll marry you once I’m done ruining Sylvia. I’m putting myself on the line here. Why can’t you and your sister endure it a little longer?]

A bitter laugh escaped me.

Over the years, the phrase Grayson had said to me most often was, ‘Endure it a little longer.’

A year ago, after Sylvia crashed her car into my sister on the way to bring me an umbrella at work, Grayson swore he would avenge Dolly for me.

However, he promoted Sylvia and gave her my managerial position instead.

After that, he spent millions at an auction to buy her a bracelet and even bought a luxury villa for her dog to live in. Every single time, he told me the same thing: it was all part of his revenge plan, and I needed to endure it a little longer.

He said that once Sylvia climbed to the very top, he would strip everything away from her and destroy her completely.

I believed him.

I watched Sylvia rise higher and higher and their relationship grow closer and closer.

However, the revenge I kept waiting for never came. Instead, I received news of Dolly’s death.

I came back to my senses when the crematorium staff put the urn in my hands.

I thought it would be heavy. Instead, it was terrifyingly light.

The little sister I once struggled to carry with both arms could now be lifted easily with one hand.

Only then did I truly realize that the girl who used to smile and call me Jadie was gone forever.

If Sylvia had not deliberately stalled my salary withdrawal request, Dolly could have survived.

The surgery had a near-perfect success rate. However, Dolly was taken from this world forever just because I could not gather the money in time.

I would never be able to forget the bluish tint of Dolly’s face as she struggled to breathe before she died. Nor could I forget how, even in unbearable pain, she still forced herself to smile just to comfort me. She had been so heartbreakingly thoughtful…

My chest tightened with grief.

I was about to arrange Dolly’s burial when reality hit me. The cremation had drained most of my savings, so I could not even afford a cemetery plot now.

I unlocked my phone, intending to borrow money, only to realize that the only name left in my contacts was Grayson’s.