Ryan glanced at Sarah, pretending to defend himself.
“I accidentally broke the cake, honey. You’ve had plenty of birthdays, one less won’t matter. Next year I’ll get you a perfect one.”
Sarah’s hand brushed against his waist, and the tremor in his body told me exactly how that cake had gotten ruined.
A wave of nausea surged through me.
Just as I was about to slap them both, Sarah suddenly lifted a glass of beer and toasted me.
“Since it’s your birthday, sis, I’ll drink three glasses to you.”
“The first, to you—who cursed my husband to death the moment you joined the Walker family. But I don’t blame you. He simply didn’t have the luck to live longer and see more of this world.”
“The second, to you—for being so generous and skilled in training! Without your blessing, Ryan wouldn’t be taking such meticulous care of me, his poor widowed sister-in-law. He even knows which brand of pads I use!”
“The third, to you—for being such an independent, modern woman. You can live just fine without a man. Not like me—without a man, every day feels worse than the last.”
My mind went blank, as if thunder had struck.
What did she mean I cursed her husband to death?
What did she mean by my “training”?
What did she mean by me being “independent”?
Before I could speak, Sarah wrapped her arms around Ryan and punched him in the chest a few times.
“Don’t worry, sis,” Sarah slurred. “I practically watched this kid grow up. If he ever dares bully you, I’ll deal with him for his brother’s sake.”
“But wow, he really grew up well. Look at those abs—nothing like the silly boy he used to be. You probably don’t know, but when I married his brother, he even tried to steal me away at the wedding.”
With that, she leaned back drunkenly, and Ryan quickly caught her in his arms.
“I told you not to drink so much. Why don’t you ever listen…”
But Sarah pushed his head against her chest, pretending to be angry.
“Shut up! Who do you think you are, bossing me around? Call me sis! I’m your sister-in-law!”
I couldn’t stand another word. Rage rose in my chest, and with a crash, I smashed a teacup.
“Enough! Get out! Do you two have no shame?”
Sarah blinked at me in feigned confusion.
“Why so mad, sis? Him trying to steal me was years ago. Before he died, his brother asked him to take good care of me. Otherwise I wouldn’t even be telling you this.”