The moment I opened the door, my world ended.

The handle was still warm from my palm when I saw them.

Josh had Lily pinned against the arm of the couch, her legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth buried in the curve of her neck as he belonged there. The television was blaring some loud sports recap, the commentators shouting over each other, but it couldn’t drown out the sounds she made—soft, breathless, intimate.

Sounds that didn’t belong to her.

Sounds that belonged to me.

Or at least, I thought they did.

For a second, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. My brain refused to arrange the shapes and movements into meaning. Josh. Lily. My living room. My couch. His hands on her body were familiar. Like it was allowed.

Then Lily laughed.

And everything snapped into place.

My fingers slipped off the door handle, but the door stayed open. I didn’t close it. I couldn’t. My body felt like it had been unplugged from itself—no strength, no control, just numb, floating horror.

They still hadn’t noticed me.

Josh’s hands slid down Lily’s back, grabbing her like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. He kissed her harder, rougher, the way I had begged him to kiss me so many times. The way he always refused to.

She tilted her head back, giving him more access, more skin, more of herself.

My sister.

My boyfriend.

In my home.

I swallowed, my throat burning. A strange pressure built behind my eyes, but no tears fell yet. I was too shocked. Too hollowed out by the sight of them to even cry.

I watched him pull her closer. Watched him murmur something into her ear that made her smile. Watched her hands slide into his hair like she had every right to be there.

Every movement felt like a blade carving deeper into my chest.

I had given him everything.

My time. My trust. My body. My patience.

And this was what he gave me back.

Something inside me fractured.

I stepped back silently, the door closing behind me with a soft click that went unnoticed over the television. My legs carried me down the hallway on instinct alone. I didn’t remember walking. I didn’t remember sitting.

I only remember the way my heart kept pounding, like it was trying to escape my ribs.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at nothing.

How long had this been going on?

Days? Weeks?

Long enough for them to be this comfortable. This bold.

Long enough for them to look like they belonged together.

A bitter laugh slipped out of my throat before I could stop it. I pressed a hand to my mouth, but the sound still escaped—broken, ugly, wrong.

I should have known.

Josh had been distant for months. Always distracted. Always tired. Always too busy when I needed him, but somehow never too busy for Lily.

I had brushed it off. Excused it. Told myself I was paranoid.

Because when you love someone, you make excuses for them.

Even when they don’t deserve it.

My phone buzzed in my hand.

I looked down.

Dad.

Of course.

“Hailey?” His voice was thick with fake concern. “What’s wrong?”

I hesitated. I didn’t want to say it. Saying it made it real.

“I just… I saw Josh.”

“So?”

“With Lily.”

There was a pause on the line. Then he exploded.

“That piece of shit! I told you he wasn’t good enough for you. Fucking your own sister? Guess she really is her mother’s daughter.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” I said weakly, even though my chest was still on fire from the betrayal.

“Why are you calling?” I added. I didn’t have the energy for his drama. Not today. Not now.

He sighed. A long, heavy sound meant to feel apologetic. “Because, princess, you’re my last resort again.”

Of course I was.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Our company is in trouble.”

Our company.

The words made something sharp twist in my stomach. There was no doubt about it. It was his mess. His debts. His failures. I was just the emergency fund he kept draining dry.

“How much do you need?” I asked.

“It’s not money this time,” he replied.

That made my spine go cold.

“I signed a contract for you.”

“What?” I stood up, my heart racing. “What kind of contract?”

“You’re engaged, Hailey.”

The room tilted.

“Engaged?” I repeated.

“He’s wealthy. Powerful. He’ll solve everything. You should be grateful.”

“You had no right,” I said, my voice shaking now. “You can’t sell me like that.”

“I did what I had to do. For your own good.”

My hands curled into fists. Rage surged through me so fast it almost made me dizzy.

“You ruined my life,” I whispered.

Then I hung up.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Betrayed by the man I loved.

Sold by the man who raised me.

I sank back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Somewhere in the apartment, Josh and Lily were still together.

And somewhere out there, a stranger now owns my future.

This wasn’t just heartbreak.

This was the beginning of something far worse.