"Back then, you cried to Dad, saying you knew you were wrong—so this is what knowing you're wrong looks like? You forgot all about it in no time?"
"You snuck into my room in the middle of the night while I was showering, trying to seduce my husband—I've yet to settle that score with you. Even if you're my stepsister, shouldn't you have some basic self-awareness? Seducing your brother-in-law in the middle of the night, making soup for him while I was injured under the pretense of caring for me, using my name as cover to mess with my man... I only splashed coffee on you, and that's already me going easy."
"Normally I don't say anything, treating you like a real sister, but now..." She curled her lips into a self-mocking, cold smile. "Guess that's no longer necessary."
She turned her cold, beautiful face away; the camera just happened to capture, out of sight, the heartbreak and grief surfacing in her eyes.
