I turned away, placed the photo in front of my vanity, and set a bag of snacks beside it like I always did.
Behind me, her breathy voice wouldn't stop: "The doctor said babies need sunlight. And last time we had so much fun here... there are still marks from us on the glass."
"I've got even more exciting things we haven't tried yet."
"I heard there's a typhoon coming. Lightning and thunder—that's what makes it romantic..."
She'd learned fast. Every word I said yesterday, parroted back perfectly.
Today she wore a pure white dress, but her moves were shameless. She bit Alex's ear and whispered to him right in front of me, not taking me seriously at all.
He didn't agree right away. But his throat bobbed—clearly tempted.
I tucked away the mockery in my eyes and reminded him, staking my claim: "Alex. Did you forget what you promised me?"
This house was my father's legacy.
Back then, Alex had been penniless—the most invisible intern under my father. Because of me, he was kept close and taught everything.
My family's business became his foundation. He mortgaged this property for capital and inherited every connection my father left behind.