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When my brother picked me up from the airport and brought me home, my parents were eagerly waiting for me.
Due to the pandemic, I hadn’t been home for a long time, and everyone was incredibly excited.
As I was catching up with my family and expressing how much I had missed them, my brother pulled over a stranger and introduced her to me.
With a hint of shyness, he said, “This is my girlfriend, Chloe, your future sister–in–law.” Then, turning to her with a slight nod, he added, “And this is my sister I’ve often told you about, Mollie Sanders. You can call her Mollie.”
“Hello,” she greeted me with a polite smile, extending both hands. I was still caught up in the excitement of being home.
After exchanging pleasantries with her, I turned back to continue chatting animatedly with my parents.
That evening, as I cuddled up with my mom, she filled me in on the details. According to her, this Chloe was an intern my brother had met at the branch company he managed. She seemed pure and gentle, and my brother was head over heels for her. They hadn’t been together long before he brought her home, declaring his intention to marry her.
I was as excited as if I’d just heard the juiciest gossip. “And then? Is my brother really going to get married?”
“Your father and I would prefer someone from a similar background, of course. But if he insists, we can’t say much. If he truly loves her, we’ll let him be,” my mom replied, always the open–minded one. I wasn’t worried about my brother.
But little did I know, when I met Chloe the next day, I realized I had severely underestimated her.
Due to jet lag, I woke up in the afternoon.
I went downstairs to find something to eat and sat at the dining table for breakfast when I heard a voice from behind, “Sister, you’re just waking up? Your brother has already been at the office for half a day.”
What’s wrong with you? A question mark floated above my head.
I turned around to see it was Chloe speaking.
“Oh, were you talking to me?” I asked, somewhat incredulously.
She rolled her eyes, her pupils nearly disappearing into her skull, and slowly walked down the stairs with her arms crossed.
Wow, she already had the air of the mistress of the house. She had seemed normal in front of my parents yesterday, but behind their backs, she couldn’t wait to start giving me attitude.
“Who else would I be talking to? Is there a third person in this room right now?” Her tone was filled with undisguised hostility. Clearly, I hadn’t misunderstood her.
After my initial shock, I found it amusing. “I thought you were talking to someone else. After all, we’re not that close, so don’t call me sister. My family doesn’t have any older sisters.”
I shot back at her and turned back to continue eating. What kind of person is this? My brother must have been blinded by love to fall for her.
She continued walking towards me, about to speak with an aggressive attitude when we heard the front door open.
Chloe immediately switched to a different persona, her expression turning fragile and her tone a complete reversal from her previous snarky attitude. “Don’t be angry. If you don’t want me to call you that, I won’t in the future.”
Wow, I can’t believe there are still such textbook examples of green tea bitches in the 21st century. Doesn’t she find herself too fake?
At that moment, my mom and brother walked in together.
Seeing Chloe’s pitiful look, they were confused and quickly came over to ask, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
With my brother back, Chloe became even more dramatic. She even managed to squeeze out two tears that welled up in her eyes, looking
truly pitiful.
“It’s nothing. Mollie, I mean, she doesn’t want me to call her sister. I won’t call her that anymore. I thought it would show closeness, but I didn’t expect to upset her. I didn’t mean to, I just won’t call her that anymore.”
I was stunned by her words. In my twenty–plus years, I’d never seen such a real drama queen. I guess I’ve finally seen one.
My mom tried to mediate, “Oh, it’s just a small thing, no need to get upset.”
My brother also chimed in, “Mollie might just be having some morning grumpiness. She probably hasn’t adjusted to the time difference yet. Don’t take it to heart.”
He gave me a look and then comforted the seemingly pitiful Chloe back to their room.
I didn’t need to continue eating; I was already full from anger. My mom looked at me and asked what happened. I said it was nothing.
I want to see what other tricks this person can pull.
