I pinched my hand with all my strength to prevent myself from vomiting and held back my tears.
Vanessa's voice grew louder with each word, "Jeremy Gege, tell me, do you love me or that deaf girl?"
“Of course, I only love you, Vanessa."
They tossed and turned in the bedroom until late. Afterward, Jeremy held Vanessa and they went to a bar to have fun.
Before leaving, Vanessa provocatively slapped me.
"Vanessa, what are you doing?” Jeremy scolded.
"What? Are you heartbroken for that deaf girl?"
"How could I feel sorry for her? I've been tired of her for a long time. I'm just afraid that when she wakes up, we won't be able to go out and have fun."
Vanessa giggled coyly, leaning against Jeremy as they left.
The moment the door closed, I couldn't bear it any longer. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. Then, I cried out loud.
Why? How could our nearly ten years of relationship, from university until now, not compare to a newly arrived "adoptive sister"?
Where did it all go wrong?
The bed still held the traces of their pleasure. The man who once loved me most in this life was lost in passion on my bed with his adoptive sister and I was powerless to stop it.