A Second Chance, Fall In Love Again

The sharp pain in my head was nothing compared to my stepsister Sarah' s screams.

My fiancé, Liam, already by her side, shot me a look of pure accusation: "Chloe, what the hell did you do?"

Sarah clutched her ankle, twisting her face in agony, then whispered, "She was just… upset that you were holding my hand."

A gentle poison. Liam' s suspicion solidified into certainty, his eyes hardening with disgust as he scooped Sarah into his arms.

"Her ankle looks broken. We can' t carry her and help you walk. You' ll have to wait here."