Valentine's Day with His Sister, We Broke Up

She blinked innocently, her face all wide-eyed pretense. “Isn’t everything of yours my brother’s too? I thought it looked nice, so what’s wrong with me taking it for a wig?”

I couldn’t hold back—a slap cracked across her face.

The sharp sound had barely faded before I was shoved hard, my freshly stitched wound smashing against the edge of the coffee table and splitting open again, blood gushing out.

Darian acted as if he hadn’t seen a thing, standing protectively in front of Selene, his gaze on me icy cold. “Selene already apologized to you. Why can’t you just let her go?”

I struggled to push myself up from the floor, meeting his eyes head-on.

“Are you blind? She’s the one who cut my hair.”

Darian’s eyes darkened. He picked up the scissors and snipped off a tiny strand from Selene’s head. “Now we’re even.”

Selene’s face lit up with smug satisfaction. “Ruby, my brother cut my hair too. If you keep making a fuss, then you’re the one in the wrong.”

I stared at that pitiful little lock of hair in his hand and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Yes, after all—it’s just hair.

Just a shirt.

Just a Valentine's Day.

All these years, I’d endured enough— endured so much that I no longer wanted to yield to their twisted sibling bond.

I went upstairs, grabbed my luggage and walked straight out the door.

At the wedding venue, after finishing my makeup and changing into the bridesmaid’s dress, my mood finally began to settle.

But Darian still came after me, his expression calm and indifferent. “Sorry, I lost my temper just now. I’ll make it up to you. I promise, we’ll get married soon…”

I cut him off, my voice steady. “Darian, you clearly love Selene. Why do you still insist on tangling with me?”

He suddenly jerked his head up, his face twisting in shock. “What are you talking about? How could I ever like my own sister?”

“You know it in your heart.”

Darian grabbed my hand, his grip so tight it hurt. “Where are you going? I won’t marry anyone but you.”

I wrenched free with effort. “That’s none of your business.”

Without looking back, I walked away—completely missing the venom flashing across Selene’s face.

The wedding began on schedule. The groom led the bride down the aisle and the big screen started playing clips of their love story.

I glanced at the time—two hours left until my flight.

I was just about to wait for Azura to step down so I could say goodbye, when suddenly—

The screen went black.

In the next second, my private photos filled the entire display.