Chapter 13 1 See You As My Sister
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Chapter 13 I’ll See You As My Sister
Rosalie’s fingertips went cold. She steadied herself and kept her voice even. “Mr. Fenwick, you must be mistaken. That was only a prototype that was sent to you by accident. I’ll have someone collect it
tomorrow.”
Silence held for a few seconds before Lucian said, “Rosalie, we both know what this is. Since we’ve both
started over, let’s turn the page for good.”
Her breath hitched. She hadn’t expected him to lay it out so bluntly.
He was the one who betrayed her, yet here he was talking as if she were the problem.
Anger flared hot in her chest. The questions rushed to the tip of her tongue, but she forced them back
down.
“Lucian, don’t you think it’s absurd for you to say that?”
If he heard the bite in her tone, he ignored it. “Don’t send me things like this again. It’s childish.”
Childish? She almost laughed.
He used to call it the most romantic and thoughtful gift he had ever received. Now, he said it was
childish?
She pushed down the surge of emotion in her chest. “If you don’t like it, then just throw it away.”
“I don’t like it,” he said evenly, “but Melia does. I already gave it to her.”
Rosalie’s eyes widened in disbelief. It was so absurd she almost laughed again.
His voice kept coming through the line. “I’m going to marry Melia. I owe her that. As for you…”
He paused for a moment, then added, “From now on, I’ll see you as my sister.”
The sheer gall of it shot straight to her head. “Lucian, you’re disgusting!”
She hung up quickly before all the resentment and bitterness from her previous life came spilling out.
On the balcony, the wind picked up. It tossed her hair and set her eyes stinging. She bit her lip and forced
back the tears. That jerk wasn’t worth crying over.
She blocked his number and turned to go inside.
Just then, her phone screen lit again.
A group chat she hadn’t opened in ages pinged with a wall of tags, and a private message from Ursula popped up.
“Rosa! Check the chat! That goody two-shoes is at it again!”
Chapter 13th See You As My Stater
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Rosalie frowned and opened the group chat. She scrolled up and found a photo from Camelia. It was the Al figure Rosalie had made.
Under it, Camelia had tagged her. “@Rosalie, I got the figure! It’s gorgeous and such a surprise! Lucian said you made it just for us. I knew you’d been blessing us. I’ll treasure it forever!”
Rosalie almost laughed out loud. She had created this group six months ago just to help Camelia meet more people. Every member was a friend she and Lucian shared.
But now…
“@Rosalie, Camelia’s being gracious. Maybe let it go?”
“@Rosalie, hate to say it, but after so many years, anybody would be tired. This is better for everyone.”
*@Rosalie, enough already. We’re all friends. Don’t make things hard for Lucian.”
Message after message rolled in.
The same people who once tried to curry favor with her had changed their faces in an instant. A wave of
nausea rose in her throat.
Ursula had already lost her patience. “Damn it! Are you all blind? Rosa’s the one who got hurt! And you,
Camelia, do you have no shame? You stole her fiancé, and now you’re taking her gift too? How dare you
even brag about it here?”
