The Beginning Of All Sins

Ana watched them as they exchanged glances before telling Tyler, “This is the woman you’re determined to save at all costs! Allow me to reveal her true nature–cunning, vicious, and ugly. I’ll show you why I

oppose your marriage!”

“No, that’s not true. I–I didn’t do it. You must believe me, Tyler!” Naomi panicked and pleaded with Tyler,

fear evident in her eyes.

Olivia had never seen her sister so frantic before–she too watched Naomi closely.

Seeing Tyler’s silence and lack of reaction, Naomi turned to Olivia, her hands trembling as she spoke from her place in bed, “Olivia, I swear I didn’t do it. Can’t you believe me?”

However, Olivia stepped back, her gaze unwavering. She wasn’t naive–Ana wouldn’t fabricate such a

story without cause, especially not to this extent.

Tyler wasn’t easily swayed either. If there was no truth to Ana’s claims, why would he allow her to accuse

Naomi?

Olivia was in disbelief. She couldn’t fathom that her admired sister would commit such an act.

Watching Olivia’s emotions shift, Naomi wanted to explain further but couldn’t.

She stared at her helplessly.

“Did you really do it, Naomi?” Olivia asked.

“N–No, Olivia. P–Please believe m-”

Olivia suddenly covered her ears. “I’m not listening! Stop talking!”

Overwhelmed, Olivia collapsed. She pressed her hands against her ears, as if blocking out sound could

erase the disbelief she felt towards her once–beloved sister.

No one understood what position Naomi held in Olivia’s heart.

Since she first set foot in the Jones household and laid eyes on Naomi, Olivia had aspired to be like her.

Naomi was her role model, and Olivia had always looked up to her.

Thus, as she matured, she went to great lengths whenever Naomi sought her assistance, even after her

mother was no longer indebted to the family.

But why did she do that? Why was she different from what she remembered now? What changed exactly?

Naomi realized it was pointless to speak now. She understood Olivia wasn’t naive–she was smart,

evident in how she had won Ana’s affection.

Tears welled in Naomi’s eyes as she gazed at Olivia.

Was she truly as malicious as Ana claimed? Naomi had hesitated, fearful of causing Olivia harm. After all,

she had joined their family as a mere child and had always been obedient.

Even though Naomi despised Olivia’s mother for tearing her family apart, Naomi never fully hated Olivia. She genuinely regarded her as a sister.

Yet, Naomi yearned desperately for survival, fearing a loss of her standing. Thus, in her frustration, she had acted as she did.

Naomi felt utterly powerless, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

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