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Hey Sis, You Can Keep the Trash
Hey Sis, You Can Keep the Trash
ผู้แต่ง: Ollie Orange

Chapter 1

ผู้เขียน: Ollie Orange
Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster.

The caption? Oh, just this gem:

[Legally welcoming our little one into the world.]

Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote:

[Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.]

I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot:

[She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

[Don't be so petty. My mom already said we'll only get the marriage certificate after you give me a son. This way, we can have the wedding first—it's perfect.]

I hit him back with a cold [Mm,] wiped my profile clean of anything Henry-related, and posted a fresh update:

[Missing a groom—who's up for the job?]

Henry was the first to blow up my notifications:

[Daphne Diaz, are you out of your mind? It's just a marriage with her—do you really need to blow this out of proportion?]

[Did you seriously think a social media post would make me jealous?]

[That's hilarious. I'm warning you—stop making trouble, and don't make things hard for Betty.]

Oh, but Betty couldn't resist chiming in:

[Daphne, Henry just wants to give our baby a legitimate status. I'm not taking Henry from you. Once you and Henry get married, my baby can even call you Mom.]

And my mom had to throw in her two cents:

[Betty's helping you by doing this, and you're still not thankful? You get a baby without the pain—what more do you want?]

The comments section? A circus. Henry's friends turned it into open mic night:

[You and Betty are sisters. Whether Henry marries you or her, it's all the same family. Just share him—Monday, Wednesday, Friday for Betty, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday for you!]

Everyone thought they were hilarious.

I just sat there, staring at my screen while this sour, bitter feeling crept up and choked me. Tears slid down before I could stop them, splashing onto my phone.

They were so in the wrong. And yet somehow, they had the nerve to act like I was the problem.

How ridiculous.

People like that weren't even worth my tears.

I wiped my face and scrolled through the chaos. Among the trash comments, one caught my eye:

[Can I be your groom?]

It was from Ray Regan.

Ray and I grew up together. After college, I stuck around Averton while he went abroad. When I started dating Henry, Ray stepped back, keeping his distance. We hadn't talked in years.

As I stared at his comment, a call came in—it was Ray.

"Daphne, I've liked you for a long time. You know that.

"I've always hated Betty, so you don't have to worry—I'll never have anything to do with her.

"I don't have vulgar friends, I've been focused on my career, and... I don't even have an ex-girlfriend."

While he spoke, a message notification popped up. I opened it and froze. It was a contract—a full transfer of his assets and shares.

Before I could wrap my head around it, Ray's voice came back, nervous this time.

"Daphne, this is everything I have to offer. Will you give me a chance?"

A lump formed in my throat.

I suddenly remembered this one time when we were kids—our teacher gave Ray two of his favorite candies as a reward. He wanted them, I could tell, but he handed them both to me without hesitation.

Ray had always been like that—sincere.

Choking up, I whispered, "I will."

Love had always felt like sand slipping through my fingers. The harder I held on, the more it cut and bruised me. For a while, I thought I'd be better off alone.

But my grandma's dying wish had been to see me get married, to know I'd have someone by my side.

Henry didn't deserve me.

But if the groom was Ray? Grandma would finally rest easy.

Ray's voice lit up with joy. "I'll wrap up my work and be back to marry you within two weeks. Daphne, you won't change your mind, right?"

There was this tiny thread of insecurity in his tone, and it took me back to when we were kids. I'd promised him then that I'd marry him when we grew up.

"I won't," I murmured.

A rush of emotion hit me like a tidal wave, and I had to blink back tears.

"Ray, let's seal it with a pinky promise."

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  • Hey Sis, You Can Keep the Trash   Chapter 10

    I blinked hard, refusing to let a single tear ruin my makeup. My voice was ice-cold as I said, "Dad didn't die because of me. He died because of you."You threw out the emergency heart medicine he kept for Grandma. Careless, right? You swore you'd replace it after work, but instead, you went for tea with your friends."That night, Grandma had a heart attack. She tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. Dad had no choice but to rush out to the pharmacy. That's when the car hit him."Mom's face twisted in disbelief. "You're lying. That's not true—it was your fault he died."I let out a laugh—cold, sharp, and bitter. "How long are you going to keep lying to yourself? You think Grandma cut you off for no reason?"You've always been weak, ducking responsibility and pinning your screw-ups on everyone else. But making me your scapegoat? That's a new low, even for you."You hated me because it was easier than facing the truth. So, tell me, Mom—am I actually your daughter?"Her face dr

  • Hey Sis, You Can Keep the Trash   Chapter 9

    Henry's face went ghost-white, like someone had just told him his favorite team lost the Super Bowl. Even his whole posture caved in like a deflated lawn chair."What? No way. You wouldn't give me up! You're lying!" he sputtered. "I don't believe it!"Then he went full-on meltdown mode.The security guards came. They tackled him and pinned him to the floor. He squirmed around like a fish out of water.And me? Yeah, I didn't feel bad. Not even a little.Henry and I? We were over. Like, forever over.***Later, Suzie spilled the tea: Henry took Betty to court for fraud and stealing his property.Even when Betty whipped out the "unborn child" card, begging him not to ruin her, Henry didn't flinch.So, naturally, Betty ran to my mom, sobbing and begging for backup.But once Henry dragged all her dirty laundry into the light, my mom finally woke up. She kicked Betty out without so much as a second thought.Betty? Oh, she lost it. Full-on meltdown. She grabbed a knife and went aft

  • Hey Sis, You Can Keep the Trash   Chapter 8

    Ray, Suzie, and I chatted for a bit outside the bar before Suzie, ever the drama queen, insisted on taking a cab home alone. "I don't want to third-wheel," she said.But it was late, and she'd had a few drinks—I wasn't about to let her go off by herself. So, Ray and I drove her home first.Once she was safely inside, it was just the two of us in the car.The warm night air and the close space made everything feel... heavier, more intimate.My head was already spinning from the drinks, and now my thoughts felt even hazier.Ray leaned in, slow and deliberate.I bit my lip, caught between nerves and excitement, completely unsure what to do next."Daphne," he whispered, his voice low and warm. "My Daphne..."His lips brushed the corner of my mouth—soft, hesitant, full of something deeper than words.My heart hammered so hard it felt like it might break free. My hands were slick with sweat."I'm scared this is a dream," he murmured, resting his forehead against mine. "That I'll wa

  • Hey Sis, You Can Keep the Trash   Chapter 7

    Out of nowhere, someone pulled me into a firm embrace and kicked the drunk guy away like it was nothing.Startled, I turned—and there he was. Ray."Which hand touched her?" His voice was ice, his glare sharp enough to freeze the room. "Or was it both?"The sharp crack of his shoe meeting the guy's hand was followed by a scream that made everyone flinch.Ray pressed down harder. "Still here? Leave. Now."The guy tripped over himself apologizing and stumbled away.In my memory, Ray had always been the calm, gentle type—a picture of grace and patience. Seeing him like this, furious and fierce, was a first.Once the drunk guy was gone, Ray turned back to me, cupping my cheek. "Good thing I got here in time. What would I have done if someone bullied my fiancée?"Fiancée. The word landed like a bomb, sending my heart racing."Ray? Oh my God, you're back!" Suzie blurted as I helped her up. "When did you get here? How long have you been back?"Ray patiently answered, "About an hour a

  • Hey Sis, You Can Keep the Trash   Chapter 6

    I laughed, loud and unapologetic. "Apologize to her? In your dreams."Right then, my ride pulled up. Perfect timing.Without sparing them another look, I climbed in, slammed the door, and left.***The next few days at the hotel were blissfully quiet—zero drama, zero toxic vibes. I was finally breathing easy.Then, ding, a text from my mom, ready to ruin my peace:[Daphne, it's my birthday today. Come home. I wasn't going to ask, but Betty begged me to let you come. Be sure to thank her.]Oh, I remembered her birthday, all right. But I wasn't that daughter anymore—the one who'd be bending over backward a week in advance, picking out gifts and making her day perfect.Nope. Not happening. That house wasn't my home anymore, and honestly, she wasn't my mom anymore either.Around noon, mid-bite of my peaceful lunch, another text rolled in:[Why aren't you here yet? Henry's already here. What kind of daughter shows up late to her mother's birthday party?][And I'm not even mad you

  • Hey Sis, You Can Keep the Trash   Chapter 5

    Betty dropped to her knees, full Oscar-worthy waterworks. "Mom, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—boohoo—I'm so sorry, Mom. If Daphne won't forgive me, I'll just die!"Then came her dramatic sobbing."Betty, stop pre—"Slap!Mom's hand connected with my face before I even got the words out."Enough!" she screamed. "It's just ashes! The dead are gone—are ashes more important than the living? If you keep bullying Betty, you can get out of my house!"That slap? Yeah, it killed whatever shred of attachment I had left for her.Maybe it was for the best. I didn't belong here anymore anyway.Without a word, I wiped the blood off my lip, turned, and walked upstairs.No teary goodbyes, no dramatic speeches. If Betty had already claimed my room, what was the point of sticking around?Time to pack and bounce.I didn't bother with the gifts Mom had given me or the flashy jewelry Henry had tried to win me over with.And those old family photos? Burned. I wasn't the type to cling to the past.

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