He Left Me For My Sister Now He Begs For Me Back Chapter 01
On my eighteenth birthday, my sister wore my red dress.
Her wolf had always been weak, and she’d never cared for crowded gatherings.
But that night, she did something unheard of. She picked up a fencing épée from a display case and executed a flawless routine in the center of the ballroom.
Sebastian Black—my childhood friend, my fiancé of seven years—watched her, utterly transfixed.
Three days later, in front of both our families, he announced his intention to call off our engagement and propose to my sister instead.
My sister, her eyes rimmed with red, shook her head.
“Sebastian, please don’t. Adeline is my sister. I could never take her fiancé from her.”
But my mother took my hand.
“Adeline, Victoria was left with injuries that never fully healed from saving you. She’s suffered enough. She’s finally found someone she loves. You’ve always been the sensible one. Don’t fight her over this.”
I didn’t fight.
Over the years, I had already given my sister so many things.
The pony my father gave me. The retail spaces my grandmother left me. The bedroom I had lived in for six years. Countless gifts and family heirlooms.
Now, there was just one more thing.
A fiancé.
I gently pulled my hand from my mother’s grasp.
“You’re mistaken, Mother. I’m not going to fight.”
A collective sigh of relief went through the room.
“I don’t want the engagement to the Black family anymore. And as for my own marriage, you won’t need to arrange it. Aunt Rebecca accepted another proposal for me yesterday.”
For the first time, my sister’s face went pale before mine did.
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When I was six, I fell into a frozen lake.
It happened at the Crawford family’s winter villa. That year, a cold snap had come early, and a thin sheet of ice had formed over the man-made lake.
I was chasing a kite torn from my hands by the wind when my foot slipped. I crashed through the ice and plunged into the water.
The first person to jump in after me was nine-year-old Victoria.
Two little wolves, neither of us able to hold a steady shift, floundering in the icy water. By the time the staff heard our cries and came running, her lips were blue with cold, yet she was still using all her strength to hold my shoulders above the surface.
She spent seven days in the hospital.
A werewolf’s healing ability saved her life, but it couldn’t fully repair her damaged lungs or her weakened wolf. The Healer said she would be sensitive to cold for the rest of her life and might never be able to shift properly in winter again.
From then on, I owed my sister my life.
At least, that’s how everyone in the Crawford family saw it.
My mother wept by Victoria’s bedside all night. My father stood vigil outside the ICU, his eyes bloodshot.
Wrapped in a blanket on a bench in the hallway, I heard my mother’s voice drift through the door.
“She’s only in there because she saved Adeline. If Victoria doesn’t wake up, I’ll never forgive myself.”
After that day, I learned the rule.
If my sister suffered, it was my fault.
So if she wanted something, I had to give it to her.
At first, it was small things.
A dish of cherries. A set of paints. A kite.
If she so much as mentioned she liked something, I would have it sent to her room.
My mother would pat my head.
“Adeline is such a good girl.”
That always made me happy.
Because as long as I was good, my mother would praise me, and my sister would smile and hug me.
“You’re the best little sister in the world.”
I was too young to understand that endless surrender could never buy you love.