“You were aware of my relationship with Noah all this time, yet you married him?” I asked, trying to stop myself from crying even when my heart was breaking.
Turning away from me with arms crossed and resting on her chest, she answered, “I have always loved him just as much. That’s why I didn’t think that there was anything wrong with marrying him.”
“Even if it was at the expense of your younger sister’s happiness?” I muttered, beginning to acknowledge the fact that she hated me with all her being.
“I never considered you anything. You were just a mistake. Our parents didn’t even want to have you in the first place. You were never needed,” complained my older sister, unafraid of coming off as brutal.
Since I saw no hope of surviving this, I succumbed to my fate and went quiet. This
