That’s Not How Love Works
In the middle of the struggle, I met James’s cold, indifferent eyes and instantly stopped fighting back.
He probably wanted me to attend the wedding as a bridesmaid, too.
After all, in his eyes, being loved by his “sister” was something twisted and wrong.
Then, Mila dropped the act entirely. She threw the pink dress to the floor, looked me up and down in disgust, and sneered.
“You’re disgusting. Who falls in love with the brother they grew up with?”
Those words cut deep.
Was that what James had told her about us?
“I’m sorry, Mila. I really have to go.”