My Husband and Brother Killed Me For Her

Chapter 3 The Counterattack

"Alisha, I was too hasty earlier. Please don't be angry, just hear me out, okay?"

"The w******p of that sponsored student—I can live without it. I was just asking offhand."

I lay on my bed reading his messages, and I couldn't help but feel amused.

Maybe he sensed I was upset, which is why he was suddenly trying to appease me.

But the Darron I knew never acted like this. He was always the one in control in our relationship.

Back then, I was so focused on him that I put up with whatever unreasonable demands he made.

I even caught him once, tangled up with his ex-girlfriend. But I chose to believe his explanation—that she was just returning some clothes. I never pushed the issue and just buried my emotions in silence.

"Alisha, please pick up. I'm begging you."

"We're about to get engaged, don't let something this small come between us."

Darron kept sending messages, and after a moment's hesitation, I decided to answer.

Not because I cared, but because I wanted to see what he was going to say.

There was something he needed from me.

Sure enough, Darron never failed to surprise me.

"Alisha, you picked up... Can you come to Candy Bar and pay for me? I forgot my wallet."

Candy Bar was infamous for offering not just drinks, but also... well, other services. The fact that he asked so casually was shameless.

After we'd just argued, he'd gone there, and it wasn't hard to imagine what he'd been up to.

"Why aren't you saying anything, Alisha? If you come pay for me, I'll forgive you."

I could tell he was drunk, his words slurred. In the background, I could hear the faint sounds of a woman moaning.

"Do you really think I'm an i***t?" I scoffed. "You're out there paying for s*x, and now you want me to pay for you? Remember this—don't ever bother me again."

I hung up immediately and blocked all his contacts.

I was done being his doormat, cleaning up his mess to save face.

Just then, there was a knock at my door. It was Sandra's soft, pleading voice.

"Alisha, are you awake?"

I ignored her and kept scrolling through videos on my phone. I accidentally left the sound on, but I didn't bother turning it off.

"I know you're still mad at me, but you need to take care of yourself."

Her voice was sweet, but I could see right through her. She was always up to something.

Sandra was the epitome of selfishness, always flattering people to get what she wanted.

In my past life, I believed her when she said she was struggling and tried to empathize. I never questioned her relationship with Darron.

But the day before my wedding, when I caught them together, it felt like I had been struck by lightning.

To protect her reputation, Darron and Tristan had actually killed me—literally strangled me to death.

In that moment, they had both chosen her over me and saw me as nothing more than a nuisance to be removed.

The feeling of suffocating was something I would never forget.

What hurt more than the physical pain was the mental anguish.

Back then, I played the part of the naive, innocent girl, pretending to stop them, but in reality, I did nothing.

"Alisha..."

As I expected, seeing that I wasn't responding, Sandra dropped the act and barged into my room.

I shot her a cold look. "Stop right there. Did I say you could come in?"

"I thought your phone was off," she said, glancing at the video still playing on my screen, clearly trying to mock me for being awake but ignoring her.

I sneered. "You're eating my food, using my things, and you still want to complain about my phone being on?"

"Alisha, what are you saying? I'm just worried about you."

Hearing this, Sandra didn't leave. She closed the door behind her and stayed put.

With no one else around, the sweetness in her expression disappeared, revealing her true intentions.

"The school's internship applications are coming up. I want to intern at Hinton Group. Can you help me, Alisha?"

In my previous life, I had agreed to help her, even though she was underqualified. Thanks to my connections, she sailed through the internship process.

She made mistake after mistake, and I was always the one covering for her.

But now... did she really think I'd still play the fool?

"Every school has its own internship program. Just follow the arrangement from your school. As for Hinton Group, it's not somewhere you can just walk into."

I said this as calmly as I could, but when she didn't leave, I told her again to get out.

When she realized there was no chance of getting into Hinton Group, she suddenly slapped herself across the face.

"Alisha, do you think Tristan would stand up for me if he knew you hit me?"

"Who cares about working at Hinton Group? What I'm really interested in is becoming the CEO's wife."

With that, she started crying and sent a voice message to Tristan. "Tristan, help! Alisha is bullying me..."

I couldn't take it anymore. I laughed coldly and yanked her by the hair, slamming her head hard into the floor.

"Your slap was too weak. Let me show you what real bullying feels like."

I grabbed the nearest vase and smashed it down on her head with all my strength!