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With just one sentence, Alyssa had turned my world upside down.
Those words echoed through the room like a gunshot, shattering any trust my family had in me. Suddenly, I was no longer their daughter or sister but a villain, blamed for Alyssa’s abduction. My parents looked at me with eyes full of disgust, as if I were a curse they regretted ever bringing into the world. The warmth of their love disappeared overnight, replaced by cold indifference that seeped into every corner of my life.
Even now, years later, their resentment lingered in every glance, every word, every silence.
At the birthday banquet, Alyssa noticed Dillon and me entering the gra
hall and immediately walked over. Her gown, a cascade of glittering gold and silk, shimmered under the crystal chandeliers, making her the undeniable star of the evening.
Her bright smile was as dazzling as ever. “Sis, Dillon, you’re finally here! I thought you weren’t going to come.” Then, as though struck by a sudden realization, she placed a manicured hand over her lips and added, “Oh, I’m sorry, sis. I forgot you’re deaf. I should be using sign language, but I don’t know how… You wouldn’t blame me for that, would you?”
Her words carried a saccharine sweetness, but her wide, innocent eyes betrayed a flicker of malice.
My mother, who had been standing close behind, crossed her arms and let out a harsh, derisive snort. “If it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t have been kidnapped in the first place. How could she possibly blame you? If anyone’s
to blame, it’s her–for being deaf and bringing shame to the Coles.”
Her voice was sharp, slicing through me like a whip. My father didn’t say anything, but his gaze bore into me with
disdain so tangible I could feel it.
I lowered my eyes, my breath catching for a moment. It wasn’t the first time they’d treated me like this. It wouldn’t
be the last. But the familiarity didn’t dull the pain–it only made it worse.
Before I could muster a response, Dillon stepped forward, his usual calm demeanor unshaken. He placed a
steadying hand on Alyssa’s shoulder and said warmly, “Mia isn’t that petty. There’s no need to apologize to her.”
He then handed Alyssa a small velvet box, his movements unhurried and deliberate, as though presenting a priceless treasure. “Alyssa, this is for you.”
Alyssa’s face lit up with a radiant smile as she accepted the gift. “Thank you, Dillon. You’re always so
thoughtful.”
As she tilted her wrist to adjust the box, a flash of silver caught my eye. My heart stopped.
The bracelet.
Knight Holdings‘ heirloom bracelet–a symbol of the family legacy and love. The one that Dillon had told me was lost years ago.
I had once asked him why he never gave it to me, back when we were newlyweds and I still believed in his affection. His expression had faltered for just a moment before he dismissed it. “It’s just an old trinket. It doesn’t mean anything. What matters is that my heart belongs to you.”
Now, the truth stared back at me, glinting under the ballroom lights. The bracelet wasn’t lost. It had never been meant for me. It was always hers.
A sharp, searing pain spread through my chest, like a blade carving through my heart. My hands trembled, but I
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meant for me. It was always hers.
A sharp, searing pain spread through my chest, like a blade carving through my heart. My hands trembled, but I forced myself to stay composed. I couldn’t let them see how much it hurt.
“I need some air,” I muttered and quickly stepped away, weaving through the crowd toward the backyard.
The garden outside was dimly lit, with the pool at its center shimmering under the moonlight. The cold night air prickled against my skin, but it was a relief compared to the suffocating tension inside.
I leaned against the railing by the pool, trying to steady my breathing. My reflection on the water’s surface
seemed like a stranger’s–haunted, broken and utterly alone.
I didn’t expect Alyssa to follow me.
When she appeared, her expression was no longer sweet or apologetic. The facade she wore so well in public vanished, replaced by a sneer that twisted her delicate features.
“I really don’t know how you have the audacity to come here,” she hissed, her voice low but dripping with venom.
“Can’t you see that no one wants you here? Your thick skin is truly impressive.”
The words stung, but I didn’t respond. I kept my gaze fixed on the rippling water, refusing to give her the
satisfaction of seeing me react.
Her tone grew sharper. “You deaf freak, did you actually think Dillon married you because he loved you? He only did it to keep you from ruining my marriage with Gabriel. The night of the wedding, he came to me and explained
everything–he told me the one he truly loves is me.”
She stepped closer, her perfume wafting in the air, cloying and suffocating. “Accept it. No one loves you. If I were
you, I’d just kill myself already.”
Every word was like a dagger, plunging deeper and deeper until it felt like my very soul was bleeding. My hands
clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought the tears threatening to spill.
Seeing my silence, Alyssa let out a cold laugh. “Still unwilling to let go of Dillon? Then let me help you out.”
Before I could react, she flung herself into the pool, the sudden splash breaking the stillness of the night.
“Help!” she screamed, thrashing wildly in the water. “Someone help me!”
The echoes of her cries pierced the air while I stood frozen, not knowing what to