Just then, my younger brother, Carlos Lopez, walked in from outside. In his hand, he was holding a basketball. When he saw Peter, he eagerly approached him.
"Brother-in-law! You're here! Thanks for the sneakers you had my sister give me. I love them!”
The moment those words "Brother-in-law" came out so easily of his mouth, I finally understood. He was addressing Peter as Isabella’s boyfriend. He had never once called Peter that while we were together. For him, I was the mistress.
In fact, he had never even called me “sister.” Growing up, he only referred to me by my full name, without any hint of sibling affection.
It was now clear to me that my own parents and dear younger brother had known about Peter’s two-timing me all along.
The most laughable part? They had willingly disregarded me, his rightful girlfriend, as if I had never existed.
However, it all made sense I suppose. After all, the moment they discovered Peter came from a wealthy family, they did not hesitate to tell me that I was not the right woman for him. I did not have the profile of a rich man’s woman. According to them, my older sister was worthier than me.
After exchanging pleasantries in the living room, my older sister led Peter into her bedroom. The same bedroom had once been mine.
When I left for college, my sister complained to our parents that her room was too small. My father, ever indulgent of her whims, immediately knocked down the wall between our rooms to give her the combined space she wanted. He did not even consider to ask for my opinion.
He then shoved all my belongings into the storage room.
At that moment, in the place where I once slept, they eagerly tumbled into each other’s arms and started to kiss.
I had no choice but to become a witness to this live display of betrayal.
Afterward, my sister lay on Peter’s chest and with her soft and sweet voice, she asked, "Peter, are you sad that Andrea died?"
"Sad, why do I feel sad? Dear Isabella, what are you talking about? Who would care about that kind of woman? She is a slut! Get real." Peter scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. "I'm so thankful, Carlos told me what kind of woman, she really was. Otherwise, I’d have been fooled by that woman who would sleep with anyone for the rest of my life."