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To avoid any misunderstanding from this big spender who still sends my sister a monthly living allowance,
I quickly explained, “No, no, she helped my boyfriend with something big. But we should thank you too, brother-in-law. This time, my boyfriend’s direct-sales snack brand relied entirely on your resources.”
“I thought she was being ambitious and planning to open her own business, but it turns out it’s for your boyfriend. She’s more attentive to him than she ever was to me.”
Before I could respond, he continued,
“Alright, I get it. I’ll buy the bag for her. You keep the money for yourself”
I returned the money to Jack, telling him that my brother-in-law said not to worry about it.
He seemed a bit puzzled, “Isn’t he your ex-brother-in-law? Why is he still so involved?”
“He’s her meal ticket. Where do you think all those designer brands and high-end lifestyle of my cousin come from?”
Jack’s expression became a bit unnatural. Seeing me looking at him, he added, “I see.”
That night, Emma came to my place again. She had been drinking and was sitting on the sofa with a flushed face, arguing with me.
Clear-headed, logical, and articulate, she criticized me inside and out, up and down. Finally, pointing at Jack, she said to me,
“You? You think you can land a rich guy? Let me tell you, don’t dream about it, Lily. You’ll never be able to live the life I have.”
“You told David I’m stealing your boyfriend so he’d cut off my allowance? I bet I could find a new sugar daddy tomorrow if I wanted to. You believe that?”
When Jack heard this, a spark flashed in his eyes.
I suddenly felt it was all so pointless. I left them in the living room and went back to my bedroom.
After this incident, Jack started working overtime and going on business trips more frequently.
Even when I mentioned that I wasn’t busy recently and could have dinner with his parents, he politely declined, saying it wasn’t the right time
yet.
By this point, I understood. Emma had succeeded again,
She had won again.
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I felt quite pathetic for myself.
Emma was the apple of her parents’ eye, growing up pampered and getting whatever she wanted. She was beautiful and came from a good family.
And me? I was a love-starved little girl who grew up with a controlling mother.
It seemed that whenever Emma and I appeared together, everyone knew who would be loved.
Because love always flows towards those who don’t lack it, Emma never lacked princes and knights rushing to her aid.
But does that mean I have to live under her shadow forever?
Do I have to be controlled by her desires for the rest of my life?
I stopped contacting Jack, but news of his activities always reached me through Emma.
Emma would post in the family group chat about what she had been doing recently, like which markets she was exploring or what research she was conducting.
Everyone would praise her, saying how amazing she was, how well-connected, how hardworking.
Jack’s figure could be seen occasionally in the photos.
My mom privately messaged me, asking what was going on between Jack and me? How come Emma was involved with him again?
“Isn’t this what you wanted? You were so eager to announce that I was in a relationship, and then you gave her my address. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you sent her specifically to steal him from me.”
My mom sent over a dozen 60-second voice messages in anger. I deleted them all with a wave of my hand.
A world war was about to start, who had the mood to listen to her rant?
