And my parents… and Tomas… they all knew the truth. Yet they still chose to cover for her.
I sobbed so hard I could barely breathe.
Just then, my mother called.
"Your sister had a fight with Antonio. She wants to stay at your place for a while—Tomas already agreed."
"Just go along with it, okay? If not, seeing you will only remind her that you were once engaged to Antonio. You know how she is..."
"But, Mom, why?" I choked up, cutting her off.
"Why what?"
There was a brief pause before my father’s drunken voice came through the phone.
"Sweetheart, I know you still blame us for agreeing to let Camila marry Antonio. But if we hadn’t, the Reyes Family would’ve been finished…"
My chest tightened. I had heard these excuses too many times before.
That wasn’t what I wanted to ask though. I wanted to know—why were they so willing to sacrifice me and hide the truth?
Was protecting Camila, the switched heiress and the Reyes Family’s reputation really more important than their own daughter?
On the other end, my father kept rambling on. It only added nausea to my headache.
"I understand. I’ll do as you say."
The moment I hung up, I rushed to the bathroom and threw up.