Chapter 3He Brought His Adopted Sister Home

I scoffed. “If I wanted revenge, I wouldn’t have given him a credit card. It would have been the keys to my private villa.”

Sean’s expression was weary. “I postponed a full day of meetings to come see you. Are you still angry?”

He pulled me into an embrace. “Rebecca, what are you so angry about?”

I almost laughed out loud.

I had been seething all night, and he had no idea why?

I held out my phone for him to see.

It was a friend request from Lily.

Her profile picture was new, taken just this morning. In it, she was still wearing Sean’s shirt, surrounded by a sea of yellow roses, her face cupped playfully in her hands.

“The breakfast. You made it for her, not for me. We’ve been married for three years, and you’ve never once cooked.”

“The flowers. You send me one bouquet, and she pesters you until she gets an entire field of them. Am I wrong?”

Sean was silent for a moment before he spoke. “If this is what it’s about, I can cook for you tonight. I can send you…”

“Enough!” I cut him off, my voice shaking with fury. “Sean, don’t you get it? Lily is crossing a line! And you, you’re letting her! You’re letting her run wild and destroy what we have!”

He looked at me as if I were insane. “Rebecca, what are you talking about? She’s just my sister.”

“I’m my brother’s sister too,” I retorted coldly. “But I don’t prance around his house in a nightgown that short. I don’t, as a grown woman, need him to tuck me in at night. And I certainly don’t leave a bite mark just below his collarbone.”

Sean flinched, his hand instinctively going to his neck.

“Did you think I didn’t see it last night?”

He tried to laugh it off, a strained, frustrated sound. “She’s always been like that, ever since she was a kid. Like a puppy, always nipping at people.”

I held up a hand. “Stop. I don’t want to hear about your past. And don’t you forget, she is not your real sister.”

He paused.

“She’s not. But please, don’t twist our relationship into something so sordid.”

I laughed, a harsh, broken sound, and pushed him away.

“Get. Out.”

But a slow smile spread across Sean’s face.

He leaned in close, his eyes dancing. “Rebecca, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this jealous.”

“I’ll talk to her. I’ll tell her to be more mindful of her actions.”

“Don’t be angry anymore, please?”

He knew exactly how to soothe me when I was spitting fire.

I was about to say something, to give in, when his phone rang.

The caller ID read: Lily.