My Husband Thinks I’m My Own Mistress Chapter 16

My Husband Thinks I’m My Own Mistress Chapter 16

Elara came to see me on the third day.

I was rubbing my sore waist, refilling my cat’s food bowl.

She wore a pale yellow dress, a bright green jade bracelet on her wrist, elegant and perfect

from head to toe.

I looked her over and said flatly: “I won’t help you hurt Mom and Dad. Figure it out yourself.”

“Why?” She frowned.

“I told you. If you want their love, ruin them. They’ll depend on you for every little thing and

shower you with love. Doesn’t that feel good?”

“That’s groveling, not love. If they treated me like that, I’d only feel more sad.”

I rubbed my eyes, exhausted. “You don’t get it, and that’s fine. I know you’re angry. I won’t

stop you. Just don’t come back here.”

She stared at me. “Do you know what I’ll do next?”

“I know. Kael told me.”

I said calmly. “You’ll try to seduce him.”

“Then you still-”

“You should hate me,” I said.

“I’ve been thinking. I took way more from you than you ever took from me.”

We fought all these years, and I thought we were even.

I forgot.

I was an adult when I lost everything. I could work, go to college, live off my friends.

She was just a kid.

Scrawny, dark-skinned.

Her small hands covered in calluses from hard labor.

Shy and nervous, staring at the crystal hair clip in my hair.

Childhood wounds last forever.

“I owe you an apology.”

I looked straight at her. “I’m sorry, sis.”

Tears glistened in her eyes.

She held back the flood of hurt and anger, then swallowed hard.

She crooked her finger at me.

She punched me once. Twice.

Slapped me once. Twice.

Guards rushed over, but I waved them off.

My cat jumped into my lap, and I held it tight.

I stumbled back against the wall, blood in my mouth.

I looked up at her crying, eyes shut slowly.

“You don’t have to be sorry.”

Her voice was rough.

“It wasn’t your fault. We’re even now.”

She turned away.

I hadn’t fought back, but she walked unsteadily.

“Sis.”

I called softly as she reached the door.

“I’m not giving Kael up.”

“If you actually take him from me? I’ll kill both of you.”

I looked up at her silhouette in the light, speaking slowly and clearly.

“The two of you, cheating bastards.”

I might have feelings for Kael. I might not.

But I knew one thing.

I wasn’t letting him go.

If Kael cheated on me with any other woman? I’d kill only him.

But with Elara? Neither of them would live.