The cake was opened—smashed, messy, with two ridiculous candles sticking out of it.
Ryan glanced at Sarah, pretending to defend himself.
“I accidentally broke the cake, honey. You’ve had plenty of birthdays, one less won’t matter. Next year I’ll get you a perfect one.”
Sarah’s hand brushed against his waist, and the tremor in his body told me exactly how that cake had gotten ruined.
A wave of nausea surged through me.
Just as I was about to slap them both, Sarah suddenly lifted a glass of beer and toasted me.
“Since it’s your birthday, sis, I’ll drink three glasses to you.”
“The first, to you—who cursed my husband to death the moment you joined the Walker family. But I don’t blame you. He simply didn’t have the luck to live longer and see more of this world.”
“The second, to you—for being so generous and skilled in training! Without your blessing, Ryan wouldn’t be taking such meticulous care of me, his poor widowed sister-in-law. He even knows which brand of pads I use!”
“The third, to you—for being such an independent, modern woman. You can live just fine without a man. Not like me—without a man, every day feels worse than the last.”
My mind went blank, as if thunder had struck.