Seven Years as Her Second Choice

I had been secretly dating my sister's best friend for seven years.

That night, she drunkenly joked with me, "Liam, I'll find you a better woman. Stop clinging to me, okay?"

I remained calm and simply said, "Alright."

In my past life, I had refused her suggestion and insisted on marrying her.

After our wedding, she ignored me and deliberately kept her distance.

When I was in a car accident and bleeding heavily, she was in the Arctic watching the Northern Lights with her first love.

That was when I realized—hearts change in an instant.

Love can't be begged for.

The moment I agreed, Olivia Roscente froze.

She hadn’t expected me to answer so readily.

In the dimly lit private room, her bare face flushed with an unusual redness.

Yet her eyes were clear, betraying no sign of drunkenness.

I sat upright, gazing at her with a faint smile.

Olivia’s lazy demeanor vanished, replaced by seriousness. "Liam Evans, did you hear what I just said?"

I nodded. "I did."

In the past, if she had said this, I would have pretended to be angry, cutting her off and telling her not to speak like that.

But now, I remained indifferent, as if her words meant nothing.

"Liam, you—"

Before she could finish, Charlotte Evans walked back in after getting some air.

The moment she saw Olivia, she smirked. "Guess who I just saw outside?"

Without waiting for a response, she continued, "Your first love. He looked drunk, being dragged into a private room by a few wealthy women..."

Olivia shot up from her seat and stormed out.

Soon, the sounds of commotion and shattering glass echoed from outside.

I stayed seated, calmly eating the peeled oranges from the fruit platter.

Olivia loved fruit but hated peeling them.

Every time, I would carefully peel them for her before she took a few bites.

Charlotte often teased, "You treat her so well. Why don’t you ever spoil your own sister like this? Do you like her?"

Several times, I almost revealed the truth about Olivia and me.

But she would always cling to my arm and say playfully, "Maybe Liam sees me as more of a sister than you. What’s wrong with a brother caring for his sister?"

Gradually, I understood.