“Your sister is in bed with your fiancé.”Naomi gasped as she stared at the screen. Three photographs loaded beneath the anonymous message. Phoebe lay under the sheets in Renji’s bedroom with her bare shoulder against his chest. Renji was shirtless beside her, and the final picture showed his hand resting near her waist. Naomi recognised the room immediately. She had lived in the Jing mansion for six months and knew the grey bedding, the dark headboard and the watch Renji always left beside him. A knock sounded at the door. “Naomi, the cars are ready.” “I need ten minutes,” she called. Her wedding dress had already been fastened, but the veil was still waiting to be placed over her hair. Naomi gathered the train into her arms, grabbed her phone and left through the side entrance. Her father’s house was close, yet the drive felt unbearable with the photographs still open beside her. She had planned to marry Renji, the son of the most renowned Jing family that afternoon, stand b
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