My Sister Chose The Struggle. Not Me
Chapter 1
Levi stood at the foster home entrance, his shirt worn thin.
But my sister Vivian skipped to him and threw herself into his arms, cooing his name.
In that instant I knew. Vivian had been reborn too.
In our past life, when asked to choose between the city's wealthy Prestons and the struggling Millers, Vivian had shoved me to the ground and sprinted for the sleek black limousine.
"I'm not living in poverty, Skylar! You can wallow in misery all by yourself."
She got her wish. She lived in luxury, but the smile on her face faded with each passing day. Five years later, she was thrown out of the mansion and met a tragic end in a dirty alley.
Meanwhile, I aced my exams, got into the best university, and studied abroad with Levi. With the blessing of our foster parents, we built a happy, fulfilling life together.
Now, with this second chance, Vivian had chosen the exact opposite.
I looked at Levi, the man I'd shared an entire lifetime with, waiting for him to speak.
But he pulled Vivian behind him, his gaze icy as it fixed on me. "Stay away from her."
With Vivian's triumphant stare burning holes in my back, I turned and walked toward the waiting stretch limousine.
Perfect, I thought. I wanted a different life this time anyway.