Noticing my silence, perhaps he realized his mistake. He sighed softly, his tone shifting to one of feigned remorse. “I’m sorry, Sylvia. I lost my temper.
“Please be patient with me. I’m just helping Ashley manage her wedding with Seth first. After that, I promise, we’ll get married in a month. I’ll give you the grandest wedding you deserve.”
But as I looked at him, all I could feel was disgust. The man before me was utterly shameless.
Ashley first and then me? Was he hoping to keep both worlds intact, his so-called sincere love with Ashley and the convenience of my thoughtfulness and devotion?
The thought made me sick. Darrel’s promises, once a source of comfort, at that time felt like nothing more than empty lies meant to trap me in his selfish web.
I remembered the day when the three of us had a barbeque together.
While Darrel was helping us prepare the sauce, Ashley completely lost the coquettishness she had when facing him and looked at me provocatively.
“Sylvia, even if you are the apple of everyone's eye, so what? Darrel only cares about me.”
After saying that, she took the coal that had been cooling aside for a long time onto her hands.
Then she covered his hands and screamed loudly with pain on his face. “Sister, don't be angry, I will never see Darrel again?”
When Darrel heard the shouting, an unprecedented panic appeared on his face.
He hurriedly helped the weak-looking Ashley into the car and headed to the hospital.
Before leaving, he did not forget to glare at me fiercely.
“Sylvia, I didn't expect you to be so vicious that you can't even tolerate your own sister?”
What he did not see was that my hands were also burned red by the splashing coal.
A week later, Darrel came to my house and the first thing he did was to ask my parents to agree to his engagement with Ashley.
Suddenly his question startled me. “Sylvia, what are you daydreaming about?”
I collected my surging thoughts and looked at him coldly. “You should prepare well for your engagement party with Ashley.”
Since I had resolved not to love him anymore, there was no reason to prolong the inevitable.
My calm indifference and bothered attitude seemed to catch Darrel off guard, leaving him momentarily dazed.
As I walked away, his expression grew complicated, but I did not look back.
Instead, I hailed a taxi and went straight home, letting the distance between us grow both physically and emotionally.