Chapter 5

Then the two people whom I hated with every fibre of my being walked straight into the dining room.

They were clinging to each other, so completely lost in a heavy, passionate kiss that they didn't even care to check if the room was empty. It was Andrew and Kate.

Kate’s arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, letting out soft, breathless moans into his mouth while he pulled her flush against his body.

My fingers froze around the crystal glass in my hand. Cold rage washed over the warm buzz of the alcohol.

“I love you so much, you little tease,” Andrew muttered against her lips, breathless and eager.

When they finally broke the kiss. Kate’s fingers trailed down Andrew’s bare chest. He wasn't even wearing a shirt. A smug, victorious smile spread across my sister's face.

“So tell me...” Kate purred, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. “Am I better than Sophia at turning you on?”

“By far, baby,” Andrew replied instantly with a low smirk on his face as Kate’s hand slid lower, resting casually against the waist of his trousers.

Seeing them like that.... seeing my husband of five years touch my own sister with such blatant disgust for my existence made something inside me snap.

I couldn't take it for another second.

Before I could stop myself, I grabbed the heavy glass cup off the table and slammed it onto the hardwood floor with all my strength.

IT CRASH!

Shattered glass exploded across the floor.

Both of them jumped, spinning around in shock to see where the noise came from. Their eyes landed on me. I stood there, gripping the edge of the dining table so tightly that my knuckles turned white, grinding my teeth to keep from screaming.

Instead of showing guilt or shame, Kate just let out a cold, annoyed hiss. She deliberately grabbed Andrew’s chin, pulling him back down and kissing him squarely on the lips right in front of me before slowly letting go of him.

“Sophia, dear,” Kate said, resting a hand on her hip as she gave me a mockingly sweet look. “My boyfriend and I were just having an intimate moment. Why are you crying?”

“Yeah, sister-in-law,” Andrew added smoothly, stepping up beside Kate without an ounce of remorse. “It’s late. You should go to bed. We really don't want to put on a private show for you.”

I don't even remember moving.

All I knew was that a blinding heat washed over me, and the next second, I was standing directly in front of Andrew.

SLAP!

The sound rang through the quiet dining room like a gunshot.

My hand stung violently from the force of the hit. Andrew’s head snapped to the side, a bright red handprint instantly blooming across his cheek. He stumbled back a step, looking at me in absolute, utter shock.

I stood there trembling, my chest heaving, practically boiling over from the inside.

“Are you crazy?!” Kate shrieked, her voice shrill with anger as she stepped in. “Have you forgotten that Taylor is your husband now?! How dare you stick your nose into our business!”

Before I could react, Kate shoved me hard in the chest.

Because of the alcohol and the sudden blow, my footing failed me. I fell backwards, landing painfully on the floor.

As I lay there, trying to catch my breath through the ache, Andrew slowly walked over me. He leaned down, his eyes narrowing into cold, suspicious slits.

“Sophia...” Andrew asked quietly; his voice was dangerously sharp. “Why did you hit me? Tell me... are you faking your amnesia?

The question hung in the air like a blade. Panic spiked through the fog in my brain. If he realises I was really faking it, he’ll know it’s a trap.

“I... I’m not!” I stammered out quickly, clutching my bruised elbow as I forced tears of confusion into my eyes. “I don't know who you are, but you're being horrible!”

Before Andrew could press any further, heavy, slow footsteps echoed down the marble hallway outside the dining room.

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Andrew froze, and even Kate’s smug expression faltered. We all knew exactly who was coming.

Taylor stepped into the dining room.