Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 9

The moment those words left his mouth, even Lorian himself was shocked.

He never imagined he’d torch his own wedding over news about Sylvia.

But with emotions boiling over, nothing else seemed to matter.

Ewan sighed deeply, knocking on the car window. As the glass lowered, he leaned in.

“Is revenge really all you feel for Sylvia? Lorian, you’re too close to see it, but what you feel for her stopped being about revenge a long time ago.”

“Think about it–the first time you blew off your friends because she called, how you completely lost it when she got sick, how you’re falling apart now that she’s in trouble–your feelings changed without you

even noticing.”

“Be honest with yourself–if Sylvia had shown up today wearing that dress you picked out, would you really have played those videos?”

“You’ve been using Jocelyn as a shield, trying to convince yourself you’re not falling for Sylvia. You might fool everyone else, but you can’t fool yourself.”

“As your friend, one last piece of advice: don’t let hate make you blind. Only your father knows what really happened back then. Just ask him directly.”

With that, Ewan stepped back, giving him room to leave.

Lorian floored it, the car shooting forward.

But the conversation bounced around his skull like a pinball.

shown up at the wedding, could he have

always

just been too consumed by hatred to see clearly.

to see

Sylvia felt

refused to let himself love

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acknowledge any

don’t follow rules or plans, and his

time he realized the truth,

red light, he fired off dozens of messages to Sylvia. Pouring out years

sending message after desperate message, all he got were

blocked him. Completely cut

find, desperately searching for

nothing came

gently explained that Sylvia wasn’t the only

hadn’t been recovered.

to prepare for the worst–to start planning

information felt like it was burning a hole through

hold, painful to

the empty house, pushing open

had vanished without

spent countless nights with Sylvia for six years–every corner once filled with her

her bed, lighting one cigarette after another until butts littered the floor.