The Sister He DestroyedChapter 1 The Five-Year Lie

Following the bankruptcy of the James Corporation, my brother was diagnosed with ALS.

I dropped out of university, shouldering astronomical debt and the crushing weight of my brother's survival.

For five years, debt collectors beat me until I coughed up blood, yet I couldn't justify the cost of painkillers. I worked five shifts a day, collapsing from exhaustion, yet I refused to take a single day off.

Every cent I earned went to keeping Jonathan alive.

That changed the night I delivered wine to the Starlight Club.

The door to the VIP room stood ajar. Inside, I saw Jonathan James—the man who should have been wheelchair-bound, waiting for me at home—lounging in a bespoke suit. Legs crossed, swirling amber liquid, laughing with his friends.

"Jonathan, you've kept this charade up for five years," someone said. "Hazel is bleeding herself dry to pay for your 'treatment.' Isn't this punishment enough?"

Jonathan scoffed.

"Almost. If she hadn't been so selfish—if she hadn't scolded Valerie and upset her—I wouldn't have needed to stage this bankruptcy and illness to teach her a lesson."