Noah Kemp, my boyfriend, quickly came over to me, anxiously trying to explain. "Chelsea, I don't know what happened. I was drunk, and when I woke up..."
My eyes were bloodshot as I stepped forward and slapped them both hard, my voice hoarse with rage. "Then tell me, what is this!"
I turned, staring coldly at Virginia. "You've taken everything from me since we were kids, and now you want my man too?"
Virginia's eyes welled with tears, her fragile appearance stirred sympathy. Without clothes, she could only burrow into Noah's arms.
Compared to her, I seemed like a madwoman.
My parents rushed out of their room upon hearing the commotion, grabbing my hand to prevent me from hurting Virginia.
"It's not Virginia's fault. We were the ones who made a mistake. Since it's already happened, just let it go."
"Chelsea, you're the older one. Don't hold it against your little sister..."
I was shaking with rage, my teeth grinding, consumed by humiliation.
How could they mistake Virginia for me?
Even if it was a mistake, how could it have led to this?
They were just in the room, but only rushed out when they heard me hitting their precious daughter.
I recalled how, at the dinner table, my parents were so pleased with Noah, encouraging us to drink. It turned out they had this plan all along...
"Now that it's done, Noah, you must take responsibility for Virginia! Chelsea, as her sister, you should also express your stance..."
I was so furious I almost laughed.
I was Noah's official girlfriend, yet they wanted him to take responsibility for Virginia?
They'd always been biased, treating me harshly while cherishing Virginia like a treasure. Because I was the older sister, I had to give in to everything.
Now even my man?
Because Noah was from a wealthy family?
I looked at my parents coldly, feeling only a chill in my heart.
"As long as Noah agrees, I have nothing more to say."
2
"In this life, I will only marry Chelsea." Noah was deeply remorseful over the absurd incident. No matter how my parents tried to persuade him, he firmly refused.
I felt a sense of relief.
Noah and I had been dating for a year, and we had always been on good terms. I couldn't believe he would betray me like this.
"Chelsea, don't worry. I won't have anything to do with him. What happened today was an accident. I'll take a morning-after pill later!" Virginia had already dressed, her pale face streaked with tears, stubbornly declaring.
I was somewhat surprised.
Virginia and I had never gotten along since childhood.
Our parents favored her, and I always conceded.
As a child, I was Virginia's servant, doing whatever she wanted.
My parents immediately frowned with concern, scolding her.
"Don't take those pills. They're harmful to your body!"
"If you really got pregnant, it's meant to be!"
"Yes!"
I was used to such scenes since childhood, yet my heart still ached with countless tiny stabs.
Over the next two weeks, my parents were constantly critical of me, finding fault in everything I did, often speaking in veiled insults.
I didn't care at all, continually convincing myself that Noah was set up and that he loved me.
Late at night, I quietly slipped into the kitchen for a midnight snack.
"Noah, you're in my room again. Won't Chelsea be mad?"
"She doesn't know. You smell so sweet and feel so soft, completely different from her. I can't resist..."