However, only now did I realize that the real reason Justice married me was to stop me from interfering with my ex-fiancé's wedding to Zoey. I thought that by listening to my mother and giving up my fiancé to my sister, she might love me a little more. It turned out that every ounce of affection I received over the years had my sister's shadow behind it. Because the moment she came back, whether it was Justice or my mother, nothing belonged to me anymore.
That evening, Zoey suddenly showed up. She wore a micro mini skirt, showing off her long, pale legs and sneered at me provocatively. "You've always been the loser in this game," she mocked. "All I had to do was cry a little, say I wanted an award and both Justice and Mom couldn't wait to ruin your legs. You legless freak. Just looking at you makes me sick. If I were you, I'd be too ashamed to keep living."
Furious, I grabbed my phone and hurled it at her. Sadly, I missed, but she snapped. Then she grabbed a fruit knife from the drawer and lunged at me. The blood streamed down as soon as she slashed my left cheek. Later, a stinging pain erupted. I wrestled the knife out of her hands and raised it high.