Our Love Died Alongside My Sister

Sylvia refused to take the scarf. She raised her hand arrogantly.

“Don’t think you can brush me off. Give me your phone!”

Grayson let out a helpless sigh and handed it over.

Sylvia caught sight of the transfer he had just made to me. Her expression twisted in anger as she knocked the scarf to the floor.

“Grayson, you’re secretly sending her money? If you still can’t let go of the past, why did you come to me at all?

“You put me in charge of your finances, so you’re supposed to trust me. If you don’t, I’ll resign right now!”

She stormed out.

Grayson, who was usually so calm and composed, immediately lost his composure and chased after her.

After a few steps, he seemed to remember something. He stopped abruptly, turned back, and grabbed my hand, gently shaking it like he always did when he was coaxing me.

“Just wait a little longer. Everything will end in three days. I’ll make it up to you properly then.”

He left in a hurry.

It was the same way he always coaxed me, soft and familiar. Once, it had been enough to make me yield every time.

However, I felt nothing but disgust now. I wiped my hand over and over with a tissue, as though I was trying to erase his touch.

I let out a cold laugh as I watched him from behind.

He still did not know that I would be leaving this country the day after tomorrow.

He also did not know that the moment my sister died, whatever we had died with her.

…

After Grayson left, I put Dolly’s ashes away properly and bought a flight ticket to Freedonia, departing the day after tomorrow.

Then, I turned on my computer and submitted my resignation to his company online.

After that, I started packing.

While sorting through my things, I accidentally came across an old photo.

In it, Grayson and I looked young and carefree, standing on either side of Dolly and holding her hands. We were all smiling like we were on top of the world.

We met in university. After my parents died unexpectedly, Dolly and I were left alone.

I once planned to drop out and work to support her.

Grayson stepped in, offering to fund our education and even sending us our monthly living expenses.

I was grateful to him. When his family went bankrupt, I stood by him and helped him rebuild everything.

Those days were hard, but we were happy.

He was not just good to me. He adored Dolly too. He would queue for her favorite toys, and when he learned she loved dancing, he enrolled her in classes himself.

However, everything changed when Sylvia came into our lives.

A year ago, Sylvia hit Dolly with her car. Dolly suffered permanent damage to her leg and could no longer dance.

Six months ago, Grayson removed me from my position as part of his so-called revenge plan against Sylvia.

This morning, Dolly saw him buying a car for Sylvia. She tried to stand up for me, but Sylvia shoved her to the ground. It triggered a brain hemorrhage, and because Sylvia refused to approve the emergency salary withdrawal, my sister died.

He promised to ruin Sylvia. In the end, I was the one who lost everything.

I let out a cold laugh and tore the photo into pieces, tossing it into the trash.

After packing, I was about to sleep when Grayson sent a message.

[Sylvia’s throwing a tantrum. I need to calm her down tonight. I won’t be back.]

Ever since Sylvia joined the company, he had stopped updating me entirely.

I only felt a brief flicker of surprise at him letting me know this before putting my phone away and turning it off.

I slept until I naturally woke up the next day. It was already late afternoon.

I was about to go to the company to resign when I opened the door and saw Grayson’s bodyguards standing outside.

“Miss Lowe, Mr. Shaw is looking for you.”

Without giving me a chance to refuse, they took me straight to City Hall.