"Brother you....you slapped me...", Emily stuttered, still unable to believe that the first person who lay a finger on her face wasn't her mother, neither was it her father who had traveled for business.
When she was still a little girl, ignorant and defenseless, he was the one who protected her and took care of her when their mother was sick. He beat up whoever dared to lay a finger on her and today he was the one that actually slapped her. He slapped her for this woman whom she once defended, the same person she thought was her saviour, it turned out that she was nothing of an angel, but the woman who ruined her relationship with her brother and the one who was her authentic sister in-law.
She took a glance at the one who schemed everything, she had a vicious, or rather, a victorious s
