Valentine's Day with His Sister, We Broke Up

[No.]

[Hmph, you’re not my boyfriend, I don’t want you telling me what to do.]

[I’m your brother. If you keep fooling around, I won’t take you abroad for Valentine’s Day.]

[Hehe, I know you’re just worried about me since I just broke up, but it’s also really wrong of you to wear groomsman and bridesmaid outfits with Ruby without my permission. Since you’re spending Valentine’s Day with me, I’ll wear it just for you.]

Darian stayed silent for a long time before finally replying:

[This is the last time. Ruby and I are getting married soon, from now on I’ll have to be with her.]

What I once thought was perfect love dissolved into bubbles, slipping from the corners of my eyes and falling onto my slightly rounded belly.

I put away the pregnancy test with its two red lines and called my best friend Azura.

“Come out, drink with me.”

The bar’s laser lights painted everyone’s faces in dazzling colors.

Dressed in a sexy red camisole, I squeezed into the writhing dance floor, swaying with different men.

Azura touched my forehead.

“Babe, what’s going on with you? Not keeping yourself for your Darian anymore?”

It suddenly hit me—Darian didn’t like places like this, so I hadn’t been here in a long time.

My throat tightened. I took a deep breath to keep the tears from falling.

“Azura, the one Darian loves isn’t me…”

A blast of music suddenly erupted and Azura excitedly pointed toward the stage.

“I knew it, you couldn’t hide it after dancing with that guy just now.”

Seeing that familiar figure, a sharp ache swelled in my chest.

Why was he here? Did he already know I had seen those chat records? Did he come to win me back?

The music stopped right then and my eyes met his across the room.

In his gaze flashed that familiar possessiveness—just like at our graduation party, when he accepted my confession.

My heart tightened sharply.

Darian set down the tea in his hand and walked toward me.

“Honey, you’re being naughty today…”

Before he could finish, his eyes swept past me, his brows furrowing tightly.

He strode straight to a girl in a white dress, drinking alone in frustration.

“Selene, come home with me.” Selene froze, her eyes reddening.

“Aren’t you about to get married? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t care about me anymore? Why are you pretending now?”

Darian’s knuckles whitened as he reached out to grab her.

“Who said I wouldn’t care about you? You’re my sister.”

But Selene shoved him away, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I don’t want that! If this is the last time you’ll be with me, then I’d rather not go at all!”

A flicker of pain crossed Darian’s eyes, his lips moving slightly.

“Selene, I will have to get married someday and you will also—”

“I don’t want to hear it!” Selene screamed, covering her ears, a vicious gleam flashing in her eyes. “Would you only belong to me if she were dead?”

Before I could react, Selene swung an empty bottle straight at my head, her expression frenzied.

The shattering of glass exploded in my ears and warm liquid trickled down my forehead.

I staggered back two steps, only for a second bottle to smash against my head. “For stealing my brother, go to hell!”

***

When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed.

As I moved my hand, the IV needle tugged painfully; the nurse was changing the drip.

“Where’s the person who brought me here?”

I thought it was time for Darian and me to have a talk.

“You mean that girl? She stayed with you all night. She just left because she had something at the company today.”

I froze. So the one who brought me here wasn’t Darian after all.

My phone buzzed. I picked it up—Selene had updated her Tiktok again.

[It was just a little cut on my finger from the glass and my brother was worried sick.]