He Left Me For My Sister Now He Begs For Me Back Chapter 02
When I was twelve, my father returned from a business trip with a pony for me.
She was snow-white, with a single pale brown patch on her forehead.
I loved her instantly and named her Chestnut Snow.
My father had said it himself.
“This one is for Adeline.”
Victoria’s health was fragile, and the Healers advised against any strenuous exercise. But I had loved riding and archery since I was small, so Father had specifically chosen a gentle pony, perfect for a young rider.
It was the first time I had something that was truly and completely mine.
Every morning, I went to our private stables to feed her, brush her coat, and take pictures on my phone as she slowly grew accustomed to me.
A month later, Victoria started coming to the stables.
She stood outside the fence, watching for a long time before saying softly, “She’s beautiful.”
The next day, Chestnut Snow was led away to Victoria’s private training paddock.
My mother told me, “Your sister’s been recovering well. The Healer thinks some mild riding could help her regain control of her wolf. The other horses are too spirited for her. Let her ride Chestnut Snow for a while.”
I froze.
“Then what about me?”
My mother seemed taken aback by the question.
“There are plenty of other horses in the stables, aren’t there?”
But the ones left were either my father’s and brother’s adult racehorses or untrained horses too wild for a young rider. None of them were suitable for a twelve-year-old.
Quietly, I said, “Father gave Chestnut Snow to me.”
The smile vanished from my mother’s face.
“Adeline.”
Whenever she wanted me to give something up, she would say my name just like that, her voice softer than usual.
“Have you forgotten why Victoria’s health is so poor?”
I fell silent.
The following spring, Chestnut Snow was startled by a nearby wolf shifting without warning and threw my sister.
My mother declared the pony too dangerous and had the stables sell her that very day.
When I came home from school, all I found was an empty training paddock.
I asked about her once, and my mother’s voice was sharp with impatience.
“It’s just a horse. Are you really going to start a fight with your sister over it?”
I shook my head.
“No.”
For many years after that, I never kept another horse.