I Switched Fiancés After His Betrayal with My Stepsister Novel Chapter 3 – I dragged my battered body back to my room.
Five years ago, Mom and I went out to buy a birthday gift for Dad, who was away on a business trip. But then, out of nowhere, the accident happened. In an instant, Mom shielded me with her life. And just like that, she was gone.
Not even two weeks later, Dad brought another woman into our home. She would become my stepmother, and she had a daughter about my age with her. Dad insisted I call her “Mom,” and when I refused, he locked me away. He told me it was his second marriage, and the child came with her. But the truth was, Neriah was his own daughter from an affair—which meant he had been cheating on Mom even when she was pregnant with me.
Yet, in her final moments, Mom was still worried about Dad. It breaks my heart to think how unfair her life was.
I clutched a photo of Mom, tears streaming down my face. The physical and emotional pain was so overwhelming that I couldn’t stop trembling.
Who knows how much time had passed when the door burst open. Neriah strutted in, smug as ever.
“What do you want? I don’t want to see you right now,” I snapped, giving her a cold reception.
With a sly smile, she moved toward me holding a jar of ointment.
“Oh, sis, why chase me away? I’m here to thank you.”
“If you hadn’t suddenly called off your engagement to Johan today, I wouldn’t have the chance to be with him now, would I?”
“Look at you, all covered in bruises. Imagine how that would look in a fancy dress. Here, let me help you out,” she said, yanking my shirt from my back.
The horrifying scars were laid bare. She slathered the ointment roughly over my wounds, and the searing pain spread through my back. I pushed her hand away, my body shaking uncontrollably.
But her smile remained, as if she took pleasure in my suffering.
“Sis, why so cold? I’m just helping you with your wounds, yet you act like I’m your enemy.”
“Look at your injuries. If you don’t apply something, they might scar.”
Soon enough, my back started to bleed again. I bit down hard, even breaking the skin on my lips, but the pain was relentless.
Seeing me in such a state, she let out a chilling laugh, her expression turning malicious.
“How’s that? Does it hurt? It should. This is what you deserve for trying to take Johan from me.”
“At least you were smart enough to call it off today.”
“Don’t worry, when you marry that blind guy, I’ll make sure to give you a generous gift.”
Neriah had always treated me this way. Since the day she arrived, she had nothing but disdain for me. Yet she was a master actress, playing the perfect daughter in front of Dad. And he fell for it completely, leaving me as the family outcast.