I said, "So, that's how it is. I understand now."Lowering my gaze, I stepped back, putting more distance between myself and my fiance, Glenn Howard."You should save this sponge cake for Amelia, then. After all, she's the one who's going to be your wife."My words stunned him for a moment. Then, he frowned and angrily said, "Victoria, there's a limit to how jealous you can be. There has never been anything inappropriate between me and Amy."Of course. Glenn was a refined gentleman who often helped young women from poor families find respectable occupations, changing countless lives in the process. Everyone praised his kindness and integrity. And at first, I thought he was simply trying to help my sister, Amelia Ashworth, too.But he called me "Victoria", while he called her "Amy".I didn't want to hear any more explanations. I bowed politely and turned to leave. But the moment my back was to him, tears welled in my eyes.We had grown up together, with ten years of friendship be
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