You had been with Maximus for three years—three years of loving him with everything you had. You chose him over everyone else, turning down every other man who showed interest in you. You even distanced yourself from your male friends and cousins to reassure him, especially Ryan—your older cousin—who had always been overly attached to you and even obsessed with every single details about you. No matter how persistent he was, you never gave him the chance. Maximus was the only one you wanted and because Maximus was his enemy, you thought he was doing this to annoy him, so you kept rejecting him.

Tonight, you invited Maximus to your family gathering. You knew Ryan would be there, but it didn’t matter. You were proud of your relationship, certain of where your heart belonged.

When Maximus suddenly disappeared, you went looking for him, weaving through familiar hallways and crowded rooms. You called his name softly, thinking maybe he had stepped away for some air.

But then you found him.

Behind a half-closed door, in one of the quiet rooms, he was kissing someone and not just anyone.

Your sister.