Sam was old-fashioned and Jenny was serious, but Jasmine was lively and cheerful. Although Jasmine and Jenny occasionally quarreled, I still treated Jasmine sincerely like my friend.
I told Jasmine all the sweet and quarrelsome moments with Chris.
Jasmine watched me grow up and was like my friend, and Chris had been with me for six years. The two people I trusted most actually betrayed me at the same time.
I walked very quickly, as if by walking faster I could stop thinking and forget about what had just happened.
A cool breeze blew by, calming me down.
Just now, to teach them a lesson, I threw my phone aside, but the video recording didn't stop.
Originally, I wanted to record Chris' sweet reaction when I secretly came to see him, but I ended up recording such a ridiculous scene.
I glanced at my phone and tightened my grip around it.
I would never let Chris and Jasmine off easily.
5
When I got home, the light in the living room was still on, but it was not for me.
"Jasmine? Are you back?" Sam thought it was Jasmine and walked out of the bedroom.
"Joyce, didn't you say you wouldn't come back for the holiday? Why are you back home so late at night? Jenny, Joyce is back!"
As soon as Jenny heard that I was back, she came out of the bedroom immediately, kissing and hugging me.
Jenny, who was very serious when she was young, had become more intimate with me as she grew older.
"Joyce, why did you come back so late? Are you hungry? Why didn't you tell us you were coming back? I didn't make any food for you."
I supported Jenny and asked them to sit down. Then I told them everything about what had just happened, wanting to hear their opinions.
"Nonsense! Joyce, that's impossible. Although your aunt is a little willful, she would never do such a thing. There must be a misunderstanding. I'll call her back and we can talk about this face-to-face."
"Impossible? Sam, I'm telling you. Don't protect your sister this time. If Jasmine dares to do anything bad to Joyce, I won't let her off!"
Jenny pushed up her glasses and clenched her hands into fists, her chest heaving with anger.
"Sam, don't tell me to be tolerant anymore. Jasmine stole my money and said bad things about me behind my back, but you always asked me to be tolerant. I've had enough of it!
"You know what? Every day after get off work, I don't want to go home at all. My home no longer feels like home because of her.