My Fiance, My Sister, My Revenge

room was tense. My parents sat behind a large mahogany desk, their faces etched with d

y low. "Chloe, she described a hidden detail you invented in your

cues, anything. We need a more rigorous test. A Faraday cage. Complete sensory deprivation for me, and

to find excuses for your own

eyes brimming with manufactured sympathy. "Sister, I'll do it. I'll

greatest weapon. She kn

this to rest, for good. Dr. Alistair will prepare the Level 5 isolation c

ielded from all electromagnetic interference. I couldn't see or hear anything from the

detail. I would go deeper. I would think of

ed living with my first foster family, a small, cluttered apartment that always smelled of cinnamon and old books. I remembered my foster mother, Mrs. Gable, humming a strange, off-key lullaby as

ughts. They were a part

s of the lab were blinding. I saw them all waiting. My parents. Li

my father asked,

o character. "That was... different. Not a simulati

od ran

melled like spices... cinnamon. And books. There was a song,

outh. My father stared at Bet

smile playing on her lips. "And there was a yellow blank

orld

and pulled out a memory that wasn't hers to see. This wasn't just thef

wave of

ius, she' s a miracle. And you, Chloe? You tried to tear her down out of petty jealousy.

p to me, his face

ng to marry. You're just a bitter, washed-up girl who can't stand to see her sister succeed.

Bethany, who now had tears in her

h, Chloe," she whispered, her voice

comforting her. My father turne

oid of any warmth. "I am done with your paranoia and y

held Bethany, stroking her hair. "It's alrigh

he lab. They had all chosen her. They had witnesse

seem untouchable. My strategy was wrong. Trying to prove her a fraud

y, a new, cold clarity settled in my heart. I finally under

y. A way to turn her gre