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Him, in love with Anthea?
That can’t be true. Right?
He and Anthea had grown up together, sure. Childhood friends, nothing more. His bear hat aberys been with Hedy.
If his relationship with Hedy hadn’t been exposed, he would never have had anything beyond friendship with Anthea
He was forced into that marriage, and even afterward, he treated her the same distant, coût always choosing Hedy over her.
Once, a friend even asked him, “Don’t you think Anthea might get pissed off?”
Upset? He thought he was already doing her a favor by not making her life harder-
she have to be upset?
The first time he really lost it with Anthea was when she supposedly tattled to his dad and caused Hedy to spiral
Someone else called him afterward, trying to talk him down.
“Dude, she’s still your wife. What if you push her too far and she walks away?*
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Lance had remained unconcerned: No way. Anthea was crazy about him. She would never leave.
Lance had always been that confident–until Fred had handed him their divorce paper.
Until he searched for her for days with no trace.
Until she stopped haunting his phone–and started haunting his dreams.
Then he came to realize the truth.
Lance looked down at his phone screen. It displayed the only wedding photo he had with Anthea–the same one he’d found in her study, polished as if she’d wiped it clean repeatedly.
Somehow, without thinking, he’d set it as his phone wallpaper.
Now, looking at Anthea’s smiling face, her eyes curved into crescents, the answer he’d been ignoring rising up from somewhere deep.
He did love Anthea.
Fred looked at Lance’s expression and scoffed. “What about Hedy? You’re saying you don’t love
her?”
“I…..”
That answer always came easily before. Not this time.
Lance used to believe Hedy was different.She’d been with him first. He’d always paid extra attention
to her.
Over time, that attention became possessiveness.
Whenever Hedy went on dates or blind dates with other men, Lance would feel inexplicably annoyed, as if someone were eyeing a toy he’d treasured for years. That’s why he’d repeatedly dragged her back.
He’d thought this was love.
Until he met Anthea. Until Anthea suddenly divorced him and left the country, and he couldn’t find her anywhere.
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Only then did Lance finally understand what love truly meant.
Love meant tearing the world apart just for Anthea.
He’d even started having hallucinations, constantly feeling like he just needed to turn around and he’d see her, walking toward him.
His longing for her had become an obsession, a sickness.
“I think… I finally figured out who I really love,” Lance said, voice hoarse.
“And Hedy… she’s just… my sister.”
BANG! The study door suddenly flew open. Hedy, who had been eavesdropping, stood there with bloodshot eyes, letting out a cold laugh.
“Sister?”
Hedy couldn’t believe those words had come from the man she’d loved for so many years.
He had loved her so deeply before. Even when everyone repeatedly reminded them of their sibling status, he would correct them. “We’re not siblings–we’re just a couple who can’t be together.”
He’d even told her, “I can give you everything except an official title.”
Lance had been so serious when saying these things, so Hedy had given him her whole heart and all
her love.
Now he claimed that he only saw her as a sister!
“HAHAHA!”
Hedy laughed until tears streamed down her face.
“Sister? Then what kind of brother kisses his sister in secret? What kind of brother ruins her dates o purpose? What kind of brother shares a bed with his sister, huh?”
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