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

always been

too consumed by hatred to see clearly.

see

felt like

refused to let himself love

0.7%

Chapter 9

to acknowledge any

don’t follow rules or plans, and his was no

the truth, everything had fallen apart.

Pouring out years of

desperate message, all he got

cut him out of her

frantically contacted every rescue team he could find, desperately searching for any news about

came

that Sylvia wasn’t

hadn’t been recovered.

him to prepare for the worst–to start planning

felt like it was burning a

hold, painful to put

house, pushing open Sylvia’s

belonging to her had vanished without a

for six years–every corner once filled with her laughter and warmth–now felt as hollow as

of her bed, lighting one cigarette after another until butts littered