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His body froze for a moment.
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Frowning, he said, “Emily, can you stop imagining things? I just see her as a sister.”
I stared at him intently, trying to discern the truth or falsehood of his words from his eyes.
My voice was calmer than ever, “The kind of sister you accompany to concerts, keep menstrual pain pills ready for in your office, give the same necklace as your wife, and sleep with? Then can I go find a brother too?”
Complex emotions flashed in his eyes as he shook his head repeatedly, “There’s really nothing between me and her. Do you think you’re only insulting me and Amber by saying this? No, you’re insulting yourself too, and the more than ten years of feelings between us.”
He’s really good at acting. Looking at the man in front of me, I suddenly felt so unfamiliar, as if I had never understood him at all.
My voice was so faint that a breeze could have scattered it, “Jason, if you dare to do it, you should dare to admit it. This… is really tasteless of
you.”
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Instantly angered by my words, his expression changed, shedding the calm and composed exterior.
Revealing the hidden rage within, he snapped impatiently, “What have I done? Emily, if you’re really that bored, go have tea with those other wives, play some cards, go shopping. Can you stop causing trouble for me? I’m tired enough as it is.”
He’s tired? I’m tired too.
I closed my eyes briefly and said softly, “Let’s get a divorce.“”
His expression flashed through bewilderment, confusion, shock, and even anger…
“Emily, have you lost your mind?”
“I’m very clear–headed.” Clearer than ever before.
After asking me several times and getting the same definitive answer, Jason finally threw out, “I don’t agree to a divorce,” and stormed out.
From then on, he came home less and less frequently.
On the rare occasions he did return, I would pursue him about the divorce. Each time, before I could finish speaking, he would rush out the
door.
Later, he gradually stopped coming home altogether.
I knew he had a new home outside.
Big data algorithms led me to stumble upon Amber’s social media account on a certain platform. She had quite a few followers, and her bio read: “Recording the little moments of love between me and my brother.”
She updated quite frequently, with the latest post just published a short while ago.
[Brother had an argument with someone. He looked so tired. He hugged me and said I was his little sunshine, that just being with me would sweep away all the gloom.]
Oh, two hours ago, he had just finished arguing with me.
The next post featured an exhausted emoji,
[Brother was so fierce today, my waist aches, can’t close my legs…]
The comment section was full of curious followers. [Why don’t you elaborate?]
[Haha~ Tell us more, we love to hear about it-]
When pain reaches its extreme, I suppose it becomes numbness. I continued scrolling.
(I said I’d never been to an amusement park before. Brother felt so bad for me, he secretly rented out the whole park just for me. When all the lights in the entire amusement park lit up at once, and brother appeared in front of me with a smile, it was even more magical than a fairy tale!!
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was so excited that I screamed and jumped right into his arms. At that moment, I felt like the happiest woman in the whole world.]
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The accompanying photo showed Amber with her back to the camera, her arm reaching back to pull someone else towards a merry–go–round adorned with light bulbs. Although it was just a silhouette and the male protagonist didn’t appear, the atmosphere was palpable.
The comment section was just as lively.
[Waaah, today is another day of crying over someone else’s love story.]
[Where can I find such a good brother? I want one too.]
