His Orchestrated Love, My Shattered Life

a single message, not a single inquir

yes widened. "Congratulations," she said,

ed, my voice barely audible. "Don't tell anyone, especially not my husban

y half-sister. And behind her, her mother, her face a mask of false concern. My stom

ooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. She even used the word "sister," a term she

ce. "I'm so sorry, love," he mumbled, a carefully reh

't this a pity," she sneered, her voice laced with venom. "Always somet

. The old rage simmered, but I swa

mother said, pulling my partner's arm. She led him

d for my phone, my fingers flying across

shifted. The sweet smile vanished, replaced by a sneer. Her

een." She paced the small room, her anger barely contained. "He spent all last night with me, but he was

ed, my voice surprisingly steady. "And I certainly didn't o

ldn't even keep your first fiancé? How quickly he dumped you when things got 'messy'?" Her words twisted the knife, reminding m

child. He doesn't know yet, but he will. And then you'll be out of the picture for good." She traced the outline of her bel

ith pure malice. "Just like your mother couldn't keep he

n't you ever," I seethed, my voice trembling

Still wearing that cheap little chain he gave you? You think that means

e a monster, just

o swift, so unexpected, she grabbed a small fruit knife from the table b

collapsed to the floor, clutching her bleeding arm. "H

r, fixed on my half-sister's "bleeding" arm. "What have you done?!" h

rd with a sickening thud. A searing pain ripped through my abdomen, sending stars da

eked, running to her daughter's side. "You'll pay f

rds wouldn't come. The pain was too inte

a contorted mask of rage and concern for her. "I'll kill you for this!" he snarled at

entirely on him, on my half-sister. They followed him out, a chaotic procession, leavin

hallway, "If anything happens to her or my

less agony. I slowly pushed myself up, my body screaming in protest. My mind