“Clarice, Jacob and I truly love each other. Can’t you just let us be together? We’ve already shared a bed. If I don’t marry him, how could I ever marry anyone else?”
In a daze, I heard my younger sister Bella crying out.
Father stood nearby, speaking up in her defense. “Clarice, maybe you could choose another fiancé instead. Bella just made a mistake in a moment of poor judgment.”
He had always been biased toward Bella. After all, she was the legitimate daughter of his official wife, while I was merely the illegitimate child from one of his affairs.
I looked at Bella, who was kneeling on the ground. Though her face was streaked with tears and full of pitiful sorrow, the ambition and excitement in her eyes were unmistakable.
I knew then: she had been reborn too. And this time, she had made it to Jacob’s bed before I did.
