My Brother Doesn't Love Me novel Chapter 2

The wedding was about to begin.

Emily was crying, insisting that I attend her wedding. My brother, furious, left me several voicemails:

"Sophia, what on earth are you trying to pull?"

"Is this all over some guy? You’re being so childish!"

"Mom and Dad are gone now, and as their favorite daughter, can’t you put your grudge aside and come to see Emily get married?"

That was the first time I realized how deeply rooted prejudice could make someone so selectively blind.

Back when I was in the orphanage, barely surviving on scraps, my parents didn’t bring me home until I passed out from malnutrition.

But the first thing Mom said to me was, "You’re so young, but you’re already playing these little attention-seeking games. You’ve really turned bad."

How had I turned bad?

Was it because I hadn’t grown up with them, and from the start, they viewed me through the lens of their own bias?

My brother always said I was their most beloved daughter.

What a joke!

That first Christmas after I came home, my parents gave Ryan and Emily beautifully wrapped gifts and a big allowance, but I was completely ignored.

When I looked at them hopefully, my brother sneered, "What? You want money too?"

The guests whispered and pointed fingers, accusing me of being ungrateful.

Even my parents seemed to forget that I had never taken a penny from them.

Of course, no one would answer my calls, and my voicemails went unheard.

My brother, however, apologized to Emily, hugging her tightly. "Emily, I know how good you’ve been to Sophia. This time, it’s her who owes you an apology."

"When she comes back, I’ll personally bring her to apologize on her knees."

Emily, playing the gracious one, smiled through her tears and agreed, before continuing the wedding.