Chapter 3

After hearing that explanation, I could somewhat understand Skylar’s actions; she probably thought I was a homewrecker.

She was just a bit petty, being in the honeymoon phase of her relationship, so I forced myself to be understanding.

I turned to Dylan and asked why he had changed the locks. If my key had worked, none of this would have happened, and I wouldn’t have gotten slapped for no reason.

Dylan hesitated before explaining, “Well… I forgot my keys at school the other day and had to call a locksmith. For safety’s sake, I had the locks changed.”

Skylar chimed in sarcastically, “Who would feel safe knowing someone else has a key to our place?”

The only keys to this apartment, besides Dylan’s, are mine. Not even our parents have a key.

This is my house; am I an outsider?

She really doesn’t see herself as an outsider?

Seeing I was about to explode, Dylan quickly jumped in to defend Skylar. “Hey, sis, don’t think too much about it. Skylar just meant the locksmith.”

Looking at Dylan’s panicked defense of Skylar, it was clear he really liked her.

Dylan was twenty years old, and this was the first time I realized he was dating someone.

Oh well, as long as he likes her.

Skylar probably just had low emotional intelligence and a lack of manners. Besides, it’s not like I’d be living with her; if Dylan can handle it, that’s all that matters.

I didn’t say anything and pulled my suitcase toward the master bedroom. The door was open, revealing a messy space filled with signs of life.

Before I moved out, I had left an entire set of unopened La Mer skincare products on my vanity, but now it was all used up.

The clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry I had prepared in the closet had all been used, and given that Skylar was wearing my pajamas, it was clear that Dylan and Skylar had moved into my room.

“Skylar, since Dylan calls you that, I’ll call you that too,” I said, peeking into the master bedroom with a polite smile. “If you need skincare products, clothes, shoes, bags, or jewelry, just let me know. I can give you some that suit you, but using my things without permission—how am I supposed to use them when I arrive?”

Surprisingly, Skylar didn’t show any sign of remorse or intent to apologize. Instead, she looked at me and said, “You’re keeping a tally? How pathetic.”

“Well, you’re not married yet. No matter how much you earn, it’s all for Dylan’s wedding. I’m his girlfriend, so everything here technically belongs to me, right?”

I swear I’ve never met someone as shameless as Skylar.

Not a person, but a whole different species!

Dylan rushed over to pull me into the master bedroom, whispering, “Sis, Skylar didn’t have an easy life at home. Her family… let’s just say they don’t value daughters much, so she craves affection. Don’t take it too personally!”

I held back my frustration and ordered Dylan, “Quick, gather your things and move them to the guest room!”

Dylan nodded eagerly, “Okay, okay!”

As Dylan moved their things from the master bedroom to the guest room, Skylar repeatedly tried to say something but was stopped by Dylan’s glare. She then plopped down on the sofa and started rolling her eyes dramatically.

I was worried she might actually flip herself over.