He Left Me For My Sister Now He Begs For Me Back Chapter 03
Before I turned fifteen, I genuinely liked Sebastian.
The Blacks and the Crawfords were both prominent families in the Crown Pack, and our parents were close. Our engagement was an agreement made by our grandfathers when they were still alive.
We were both minors, so there had been no formal claim or binding registration with the Pack registry. Still, everyone assumed that once we came of age, we would officially marry.
When we were children, Sebastian would always bring me secret little gifts when he visited.
A new kite in the spring. Flowers picked by the lake in the summer. Candied chestnuts in the fall. A hand warmer in the winter.
He knew my sister’s wolf was weak, and he was always considerate of her health.
But the way he cared for her then wasn’t the same as it became later.
Back then, he would always find me first, then ask, “How is Victoria doing today?”
Later, he started going to my sister’s room first. Only if there was time to spare would he come find me in the garden.
The change began about two years ago.
That spring, at a charity concert, my sister made her first public appearance after being sick for half a month.
She walked into the hall in a pale aqua dress, a violin case in her hand.
When Sebastian saw her, he was speechless for a long moment.
On the ride home, I asked him, “What’s wrong?”
He just smiled.
“I guess I just never realized how beautiful your sister is.”
A knot formed in my stomach, but I forced a smile of my own.
“She’s always been beautiful.”
It was true.
Victoria had always been prettier than me. Her features were striking, and when illness made her pale, it only lent her an air of fragility that made people want to protect her.
I wasn’t ugly, just ordinary next to her.
My mother once tried to comfort me about it.
“For a woman, looks aren’t the most important thing. Your sister is sickly, but you’re healthy. She’s easily hurt, but you’re steady. When you build your own family one day, a temperament like yours will be far more dependable.”
When I was little, hearing that made me happy.
Later, I came to understand that whenever people praised me, they always did so by highlighting my sister’s flaws.
But when it came to things that mattered, they always said my sister was frail, my sister had suffered, my sister needed them more.
What, exactly, was so good about being me?
No one ever gave me a straight answer.