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.

the hard question–if Sylvia had shown up at the wedding, could he have really gone

had always

been too consumed by hatred to see clearly.

to see clearly.

Sylvia felt like

refused to let himself love her.

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to acknowledge any

hearts don’t follow rules or plans, and

realized the truth, everything had fallen apart.

of messages to Sylvia. Pouring out years

after sending message after desperate message, all he

him. Completely cut him out of her life.

rescue team he could find, desperately searching for any news about Sylvia.

nothing came

gently explained that Sylvia wasn’t the

hadn’t been recovered.

the worst–to start planning Sylvia’s

was burning

painful to put down.

returned to the empty house, pushing open Sylvia’s bedroom

her had vanished without a

he’d spent countless nights with Sylvia for six years–every corner once filled with her laughter and warmth–now felt as hollow as

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