Sisters Before Misters

Monica reached over and held my hand.

I shook my head at her. “It’s okay. I’m not afraid of pain.”

The truth was that it did hurt a lot. However, compared to the pain James caused me, this was nothing.

When it was just the two of us in the hospital room, Monica tried to comfort me. “Those two are a perfect match—both scumbags! Don’t waste your energy on them!

“Oh, and guess what? Lucas actually called me to say he made seafood boil! I’ve told him at least a thousand times I’m allergic to seafood! And I broke up with him. Is there something wrong with him?”

I laughed. “He just doesn’t care. He’s never paid attention. If it were someone else, you’d see the difference.”

Monica sighed in agreement. “Yeah, forget him. Not worth talking about.”

Then, she pulled out her tablet to show me a video. “Hey, I’ve been watching this really funny TikToker lately. He goes around interviewing random people and gives them all kinds of crazy-flavored gummy bears. It’s hilarious!”

She quickly found the TikToker’s profile, scrolled down, and opened a live video.

To our surprise, the person being interviewed was none other than her ever-so-busy ex-boyfriend—Lucas!

“Here’s a gummy bear. After eating it, what would you like to say to the camera?”

Lucas took a big bite of the candy, which was filled with sour sugar, and his face twisted in discomfort. Still, he forced a smile and said, “I hope the next person gets one filled with strawberries. And even more, I hope that person is you, Veronica!”

He made a heart gesture at the camera. I was about to scroll past, but Monica stopped me.

She immediately started spamming the comments. [You know Veronica loves strawberry-flavored stuff, but you can’t even remember that your girlfriend is allergic to seafood!]

Her comment quickly got buried by others, and I reassured her, “Our lives are better without them.”

Monica nodded firmly, but it did not change the fact that Lucas had been recognized. The TikToker had over four million followers, and soon the chat was filled with comments.

“Isn’t this the heir of the Smiths? Total rich kid!”

“The girl blessed by Lucas must be so lucky!”

“Mr. Smith, your humble servant awaits! When can I start my duties?”

People were joking around, but Lucas went viral. Some even expressed jealousy towards Veronica.

Not long after, Veronica herself posted a picture on social media, with the caption: [I finally got my strawberry-flavored gummy bear! Happiness is when your wishes come true!]

In the picture, there was a beautifully wrapped plate of strawberry-flavored snacks, and right next to her was Lucas.

Monica sneered at the sight. “What a simp.”

I could not help but laugh.

After all, she was not wrong. Both Lucas and James seemed to revolve around Veronica, but it was hard to say who was actually winning.

Maybe neither of them were.

I did not care.

Since James had already chosen Veronica to be his fiancée, I thought that was the end of us. I planned to pack up the moment I got out of the hospital.

James had given me a few expensive gifts during our relationship, but I had no interest in keeping them. I was not going to take advantage of the situation.

Forty-eight hours later, I was transferred to a regular hospital room. The attending doctor, Dr. Reynolds, came to check on me and remarked, “You’re really lucky. One of the glass shards pierced your heart. If it had gone any deeper, you wouldn’t have survived.

“Just take it easy from now on. Try to avoid emotional stress and focus on getting better.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

As soon as Dr. Reynolds left, James called.

I looked at the phone, confused. It was his office number, which I had forgotten to block.

Left with no choice, I answered.

“You’ve seen it, haven’t you? If it weren’t for Veronica, the engagement party would’ve been ruined! You’ve thrown enough of a tantrum. It’s time to come back!”