Chapter 2

I lifted a hand to wipe my tears dry, fighting hard to control myself before I could make my feet move over there.

The wanton sounds of a man and a woman carried into my ears without missing a single word, and I pushed the door open again.

"Amelia!"

The passion in the room froze in an instant, and the sounds stopped.

"Ah! My sister's here."

The moment she said it, a rustling noise came from inside the room.

I started toward the door, but when I reached it, Amelia stepped out first and blocked my way.

"Sister, why—why are you here at a time like this?"

"Isn't today Thanksgiving, our family reunion holiday? Why aren't you at home admiring the moon with your brother-in-law instead of running over here to me?"

Wasn't my man hiding in her room? And still she asked as if she didn't know.

Only now did I truly see how good Amelia was at lying—she really could do it without a flush or a flicker of guilt.

That was exactly how I'd been taken in by her superb acting.

"Your brother-in-law didn't have time; he's at the company right now, having dinner with clients."

"I was bored on my own, so I came here to spend the holiday with you."

I clenched my fists as hard as I could, forcing my emotions down so I wouldn't lose my head.

"Is that so! Your brother-in-law really is something. He's always too busy to spend time with me, and now he won't even come home on such an important day."

As she spoke she reached out to steer me away from the doorway, using her natural acting to turn back the steps I wanted to take forward.

"Sister, if I were you, I'd never let it slide like this."

"I'd wait for him to come home and have it out with him no matter what."

If she'd said this before, I would surely have believed she meant well.

I had listened to her words too, and quarreled with Spencer a few times.

The result was only that I pushed Spencer further and further away, until he grew tired of me and turned to her, Amelia.

Her scheming was so dark that I could never guard against it.

"Men! It's only natural for them to be ambitious."

But Amelia wasn't satisfied with that.

"Sister, this isn't about ambition, it's about whether his heart still loves you—"

"Amelia, never mind about me for now. Who were you in the room with just now?"

My question left Amelia stunned for a moment.

She wanted to change the subject, but I wasn't about to be foolishly fooled by her again.

"It's—it's my new boyfriend."

"Oh! You've got a boyfriend now? Then hurry and call him out to meet me. Let me have a look at him for you."

Amelia was instantly at a loss, panicking, not knowing what to do.

Because the man hiding in the room was my husband.

"Sister, this—this…"

She stammered for a while, unable to find any way to answer me.

But I stood up from the sofa and walked toward the room with a smile.

"I'll just go and invite him out myself!"

"I'm your older sister. This time I'll be sure to look him over properly, so you don't get deceived by a man again."

Amelia went pale with fright and hurried after me, trying to stop me.

"Sister, he doesn't like meeting strangers!"

I turned back to look at her. "Then that's all the more reason to let me meet him. A grown man afraid of strangers—wouldn't that be a laugh if word got out?"

Right then I pushed the door open and went in, and Amelia trembled all over with fear.