I didn't know when they hooked up together, and sometimes they even made plans to hang out without me.
I once caught them together, but Henry didn't bother to explain.
He just looked at me impatiently and asked why I was making such a fuss over something so trivial. "Why are you fussing over your own sister?"
Whenever this happened, he would always repeat, "Be good, don't make me angry. I don't want to break up with you yet."
I understood what he meant. After all, I wasn't particularly attractive; I should be grateful that someone loved me at all. So, I had to endure, and the idea of being able to act cute with my boyfriend was something I never dared to hope for.
After graduation, I found a regular job due to my low qualifications, just enough to make ends meet.
My mother had always been dissatisfied with me, but when I brought Henry home, she smiled warmly at him and quickly agreed to our marriage.
I sighed in relief. Although my life had not been smooth sailing for over twenty years, I felt content to be marrying the person I loved.
But tonight shattered the beautiful fantasy I had woven for myself.