Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

At that moment, my phone buzzed.

I grabbed it and saw that Jasmine texted me. It seemed like I had become her latest target now that she had failed to win Colin over. Colin and I exchanged looks. We knew she wouldn't give up this easily. "You're with him, aren't you, Luna? Count your blessings now, for Colin will be mine eventually."

Colin tilted his head and read the message. Almost immediately, he began to heave out of sheer anger. He grabbed his phone and wanted to call her, but I stopped him.

"Come on, babe. She's provoking you here. You can't take it silently." Colin waited for my answer. I knew if I told him that I'd let it slide, he would slap me.

I wasn't going to take it silently, of course. I was not Mother Teresa. I would retaliate. Among the various rebuttals I could give, arguing with her was the least efficient and the most laborious method. This was a battle between women. All good girlfriends had to know how to defend what was theirs.

I rolled my sleeves, and my fingers shuffled on the screen as I composed my message, "You can't take what is mine. If you can, it would mean he was never mine to begin with. Jasmine, your message betrays how unconfident you are. All the best.

"Only by keeping yourself busy can you forget about the pain temporarily. Your dream will never come true, so enjoy your wishful thinking while it lasts."

It took her three whole minutes to text me back. It was a simple response, but the hatred within was palpable. "We'll see. You'll regret it one day."

I scoffed out loud. I'd regret it one day? Well, she'd have to keep trying till the end of time. I couldn't care less about her. She could play this game alone for all she wanted. I would continue living happily with Colin, and there was nothing much she could do.

"Try harder." I giggled like a triumphant child after I sent the message. Colin ruffled my hair affectionately and remarked that I had become more mischievous. Jasmine stopped texting back. I could imagine the ugly face she made as she lay on her bed and cussed at me. That night, Colin and I had a good sleep.

Before I knew it, it was Colin's birthday. Everyone began spamming in the group chat right when I was about to have my breakfast.

"Zero, reporting in. Are you awake, One? You need to finish your part before 10:30 am."

"Three, please check the pinned chart. The ribbon number has changed."

"Four, make sure you match the balloon colors properly. Mr. White cares a lot about aesthetics. Don't screw it up."

"Eight, you're in charge of the lighting. Make sure it's bright inside."

Despite their busy academic work, these young students seemed to have inexhaustible energy. To them, Colin's birthday was a grand event. Sitting around the dining table, my friends and I had breakfast while admiring the hardworking spirit of the students.

But strictly speaking, Queenie, Andrew, and I were young. Even Colin was just in his late 20s. Maybe it was due to our upbringing or our personalities, but we were not as energetic as those young students when we were their age.

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