Two Seasons A Year Without You

A week before my wedding, my best friend told me she had accidentally scraped my car and caught a minor traffic ticket that I needed to clear up.

I logged into the portal to check the violation. The footage buffered for a second before revealing my best friend and my fianc, locked in a passionate kiss at a red light.

My hands shook as I pulled up the full dashcam video from that afternoon.

"Jeff, are we really doing the right thing keeping Serena in the dark? You know how long shes been dreaming of this wedding. She even dragged me along to pick out the venue. If she finds out we already got our marriage license, and that this whole ceremony is actually for me..."

"Danielle, youve stayed by my side for years without a title just to protect her feelings. Shes the one who owes you." Jeffs voice was casual, completely devoid of guilt. "She gets the love, you get the legal title. Id say thats more than fair."

"Just coax her a little when the time comes. Shes an orphan. Its not like she can survive without us."

My throat constricted, tight and burning. The tears I tried to hold back spilled over, dripping onto the keyboard.

I sat frozen in the dead silence of the room for what felt like hours. Finally, I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadnt called in a long time.

"Dad. Im ready to come home. Let's go ahead with the family reunion banquet next week."

The man on the other end gasped in pure joy. "Sweetheart, are you absolutely sure? Weren't you worried it would make Jeff look bad? Even though hell still call me Dad after you two get married, you are my flesh and blood. He is just my adopted son. He could never outrank you."

He let out a hearty laugh. "This is perfect. Well announce your return, and then throw you the wedding of the century."

I choked back a sob. "Im not marrying Jeff anymore."

"What?" My dads voice spiked in alarm. "Why? Sweetheart, I thought you loved him."

Before I could get another word out, a heavy hand snatched the phone from my grip. The device was hurled violently against the hardwood floor, the screen shattering instantly. The call went dead.

I looked up to see Jeff glaring down at me, his face twisted in annoyance. Danielle hovered right behind him.

"Serena, why the hell were you late for the dress fitting? Could you pretend to care about your own wedding? Danielle has been waiting for you all afternoon."

I slowly got to my feet, staring dead into his eyes. "Is the wedding really for me?"

He froze. A flicker of panic crossed his face before he quickly masked it with irritation. "What kind of crazy talk is that? Have you been listening to stupid gossip again?"

Watching him instinctively curl his lips into a lie, I simply closed my eyes and tapped the spacebar on my laptop. The dashcam audio filled the room.

Jeffs face drained of color.

But Danielle reacted first. She stepped forward, her eyes brimming with sudden, perfectly timed tears. "I am so sorry, Serena. If youre going to hate someone, hate me. I just loved Jeff too much."

The panic on Jeffs face instantly melted into deep sympathy for her. He pulled Danielle into his chest, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders. "Serena, couldn't you just pretend you didn't know? When the day comes, you can still stand in the crowd wearing a gown. Just think of it as the three of us getting married together."

I slapped his hand away. "Im not a prop in your sick little fantasy, Jeff. We are done. You can have her."

Jeff grabbed my wrist, twisting me back to face him. His grip was brutal, the pressure digging into my bone.

He let out a mocking scoff. "What exactly are you throwing a tantrum for, Serena? Youre an orphan. If you leave me, who else is going to love you? Youve had my heart for years. Whats the big deal about giving Danielle the legal title? She doesn't even mind sharing, so why are you being such a brat?"

Danielle looked up from his chest, her face the picture of victimhood.

"Serena, I know I wronged you, but I can't live without him. Just let me have this, please? I swear I won't get in the way of your relationship."

Looking at her pitiful, trembling act, a wave of pure nausea washed over me.

"Danielle, weren't you the one who conveniently reminded me to check the dashcam?"

She gasped, stepping closer to grab my hand, her voice cracking. "I didn't... I don't know what youre talking about."

I was completely exhausted by their cheap theatricals. I yanked my arm back to get away from her.

But as I pulled away, Danielles perfectly manicured acrylic nails dug viciously into my forearm. The sharp sting made me flinch and pull back harder. Taking advantage of the momentum, she threw herself backward, hitting the floor with a loud, theatrical yelp of pain.

"Serena, I know this is all my fault. Hit me if you need to, just please forgive us."

Jeffs expression turned lethal. He shoved me back so hard I lost my footing, then dropped to his knees to gently help Danielle up.

"What is actually wrong with you?" he roared.

I hit the floor hard. Pinpricks of blood began to seep through the fabric over my scraped knees, and my palms throbbed.

"I already told you, Jeff. I don't want you anymore. Have a nice life together. You can stop performing now."

I held up my arm, exposing the fresh, purple crescent-shaped marks left by Danielles nails. "Or are you completely blind to the injuries on my body?"

Jeff opened his mouth, a brief flash of hesitation in his eyes.

Danielle immediately sagged against him, sobbing softly. "You know youve always bruised like a peach, Serena. A slight bump and you turn purple. I know you hate me right now, but please don't use your condition to frame me."

The hesitation in Jeffs eyes vanished, replaced by disgust. "Danielle has swallowed so much pride and suffered in silence for years just so you wouldn't get hurt, and you actually have the nerve to frame her?"

A bone-deep exhaustion settled into my chest. I turned around and headed for the door. "Like I said. Have a nice life."

Danielles tearful voice chased after me. "Jeff, shes never going to forgive me. Lets just give the wedding back to her. I can take it."

"Serena, stop right there!" Jeff barked.

I paused and looked back at Danielle. "What exactly do you want from me?"

Hidden behind Jeffs back, Danielle flashed me a smug, venomous smirk, though her voice remained sweet and broken. "I just want your genuine blessing. Come with us to the bridal boutique."

Jeff stared at me with ice in his eyes. "Your buddy from the orphanage finally got a donor match for his kidney. Hes currently resting in the VIP suite at the Sinclair Holdings private hospital. As long as I say the word..."

"Fine." I cut him off.

On the way to the boutique, Jeff clearly wanted to teach me a lesson. He carried Danielle in his arms, walking briskly ahead, leaving me to limp behind them on my bleeding knees.

Their sickeningly sweet banter drifted back to me. "Put me down, Jeff. Serena is going to be jealous."

"Youve been forced to walk in the shadows for years. My heart breaks for you. Its time she learned a lesson so she stops acting like a spoiled brat."

My calves throbbed with every step, and a bitter ache spread through my chest as old memories crashed over me.

Back in college, I had slightly twisted my ankle during a track event. Jeff had been out of his mind with worry, carrying me on his back all the way to the campus clinic. Danielle had sighed and said she was jealous.

Jeff had laughed and told her to go find a man of her own.

It turned out she did. She found mine.

The bridal boutique appointment was booked under my and Jeffs names. But when we walked in, Jeff was carrying Danielle.

The sales associates froze. "Mr. Sinclair, which of these ladies is trying on the gown?"

Danielle stepped forward and grabbed my arm. "Come on, lets pick something out. It will be so wonderful when you stand in the crowd wearing a gown while Jeff and I say our vows."

The moment the words left her mouth, the associates shot me looks of thinly veiled mockery.

My cheeks burned.

"What kind of twisted drama is this? The main girl bringing the side piece to buy a dress?"

"The main girl is way too soft. The mistress is basically marking her territory."

They weren't whispering. Every word echoed in the lavish showroom.

Danielle put on a pained expression like she felt so bad for me, but she didn't say a single word to defend me.

Jeff stood with his arms crossed, watching me intently. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was waiting for me to break. Waiting for me to beg.

But I didn't say a word.

He let out a cold chuckle, grabbed Danielles hand, and led her toward the grand fitting pedestal, leaving me entirely alone in the crossfire of judgmental stares.

I just stood there. I didn't cry. It felt like I had completely run out of tears.

A few minutes later, Jeff walked out. He looked at me with the absolute indifference one might reserve for a stranger. "Im going to run to the pharmacy to get you both some ointment. Go in there and keep Danielle company. And drop the attitude."

The second the heavy velvet door clicked shut behind him, the fragile victim act vanished from Danielles face.

She leaned back against the mirrored wall, crossing her arms, her eyes dripping with contempt.

"What are you acting so high and mighty for, Serena?"

"Yeah, I let you see that video on purpose. Jeff letting you stay on as his sidekick is a privilege. You should really learn your place in the pecking order."

I stared at her. This was the same face that once claimed she would take a bullet for me.

"Why?" My voice was barely a whisper, though my knuckles were white. "Why steal your best friends fianc?"

She scoffed. "Steal? What do you mean, steal? He loves me more. Thats just a fact."

"You want to know the truth? I was so sick of watching you breeze through life. You never fight for anything, but you always get it all. The top grades, the center of attention, and Jeff."

"I even let you wear the horns while I sleep with your man, and you still act like youre morally superior. Am I not a good enough friend to you?"

Looking at the pure hatred in her eyes, I felt completely disoriented.

When we first started college, she was this radiant, fierce energy that barged into my life. When girls in our dorm mocked me for not having parents, she was the one who stood in front of me.

"If anyone says another word about her, Ill ruin your life," she had threatened them.

When her cramps were so severe she couldn't walk, I had carried her across campus in the freezing rain to the infirmary.

She had rested her chin on my shoulder and mumbled, "I think Im in love with you, Serena. Whoever you marry one day has to get past me first."

When she was failing her senior seminar, I dragged her into my project and did the work of two people just so she could graduate.

All those memories. To her, they were nothing but garbage.

I took a deep, shaky breath. My eyes stung.

"Believe it or not, Danielle, you can have him. Keep the trash."

She burst out laughing.

"Wow, Ive known you for years and I never realized you were such a good actress."

"But it doesn't matter. I always get what I want."

Before I could process her words, she grabbed my hand, forcefully yanked it toward her own face, and slapped herself hard.

A sharp, violent smack echoed in the room. Five bright red finger marks immediately bloomed across her cheek.

Tears streamed down her face in an instant, like she had rehearsed it a thousand times.

The door swung open. Jeff walked in with a pharmacy bag just in time to see Danielle collapse to the floor, clutching her cheek and weakly grabbing the hem of my shirt like she was begging for mercy.

He didn't ask a single question. He just stepped forward and viciously kicked the back of my knees, forcing me to crash down onto the hard marble floor.

"I can't believe you," he snarled. "You still don't know your place, do you?"

I curled in on myself, gasping for air as the pain radiated through my legs.

I watched as Jeff tenderly lifted Danielle off the ground, opening the ointment he bought to carefully treat her cheek.

Those same hands had wiped my tears. They had put bandages on my cuts. They had fastened the diamond necklace around my neck when he promised me forever.

The absolute last shred of love I had for him popped like a cheap balloon, dissolving into dead, hollow ash.

A moment later, his voice cut through the air, cold and authoritative. He pulled out his phone and waved it in my face.

"Get on your knees and apologize to Danielle right now. If you don't, I guarantee your precious brother gets thrown out of that hospital bed onto the street before you can even blink."

My phone buzzed in my pocket. A new message popped up on the lock screen.

It was from my dad. "Sweetheart, don't worry. Ive already sent my private team to transfer your friend to a better facility."

I slowly pushed myself off the floor. Blood trickled down my shins, but I didn't bother wiping it.

I reached behind my neck, unclasped the rose pendant necklace, and tossed it right at his chest.

When he gave it to me, he had said the rose symbolized a lifetime of loyalty, that I was the only one he would ever love.

"Do whatever you want, Jeff."

His eyes flashed red with rage. Without breaking eye contact, he dialed a number on his phone.

A few seconds later, his assistants panicked voice spilled from the speaker. "Mr. Sinclair! The patient... he was just transferred out. We have no idea where he went!"

"What?!" Jeff roared. "Find him! Who the hell dares to mess with me in my own hospital?"

He hung up and lunged at me, gripping my wrist like a vice. His tone shifted, suddenly dark and intrigued.

"Well, well. I didn't know you had it in you."

"If this is your sick way of getting my attention, congratulations. It worked."

"Now apologize to Danielle, and Ill pretend none of this ever happened."

Looking at his dead-serious face, a dry laugh slipped past my lips.

"Let me make this crystal clear for you, Jeff. You disgust me. I don't want you."

I ripped my hand out of his grip and walked toward the exit.

He instinctively took a step to chase after me, but Danielle quickly grabbed his arm.

"Let her go. Shes just throwing a tantrum. The more you chase her, the more shell act out. Give her a few days. Shell realize were doing this for her own good."

I went back to the apartment we shared and threw everything with his DNA on it into the dumpster.

Love letters, hoodies, gifts, the matching coffee mugs we bought on our first anniversary.

Every single piece of garbage. Without a second of hesitation.

Then I packed my own bags and checked into a luxury hotel.

Day one, he didn't reach out.

Day two, nothing.

On day three, I was jolted awake by my phone ringing off the hook.

Jeff had called me twenty times, mixed in with a few missed calls from Danielle.

I debated for a second, then finally hit accept.

"Who gave you permission to move out?" His furious voice blasted through the speaker. "Get your ass back here right now before I really lose my temper."

"We broke up. Where I live is none of your business."

My cold response was met with the loud sound of glass shattering on his end.

"I know exactly whos backing you now! You think youre so smart hooking up with some old sugar daddy?"

"Don't be naive. You think whoever he is can go toe-to-toe with the Sinclair family? Im giving you one last chance. Three seconds. Are you coming back or not?"

I froze.

Did he think... my biological dad was my sugar daddy?

Before I could even process the sheer stupidity of his assumption, he angrily hung up.

A text pinged a second later. "You are going to crawl back and beg me. Youre going to realize that without me, you are absolutely nothing."

Thirty minutes later, an explosive anonymous post skyrocketed to the top of trending topics across every social media platform.

The headline read: Columbia University Valedictorian Exposed as Serial Gold Digger, Playing Both Sinclair Father and Son.

Attached were candid photos of me and Jeff from our college days, side by side with paparazzi-style shots of my dads private butler helping me arrange the hospital transfer for my friend.

I stared at the screen, my fingers slowly curling into fists. A dark, quiet anticipation started brewing in my chest.

The internet descended on me like a pack of rabid wolves.

[Holy shit, this is wild. The hustle is real. If she put this energy into an actual job, shed be CEO by now.]

[This is just pure trash behavior. I bet the Sinclair men don't even know shes playing both of them yet.]

[A valedictorian? Guess they don't teach morals in the Ivy League.]

The outrage snowballed. Hordes of trolls flooded my universitys official pages, demanding action.

A few hours later, I received an email from the deans office. My valedictorian status was suspended, and my diploma was being withheld pending an investigation.

Then, they doxxed my background.

Once the internet found out I grew up in the foster system, the comments turned vicious.

[No wonder shes a sociopath. Trash origins make trash people.]

[Stop donating to that foster home! If theyre raising girls to be homewreckers, who knows what else goes on in there.]

I scrolled through the comments, one by one.

Every word was designed to be a dagger, but strangely enough, I didn't feel a thing.

My dad texted me, his messages frantic with worry.

"Princess, do you want me to release a statement? I will destroy that little punk."

I typed back calmly. "Its okay, Dad. Just make sure the foster home gets extra security. The real show is about to start."

My phone rang. It was Jeff. His tone was dripping with arrogant triumph. "Well? Have you thought it through? Are you coming to my wedding tomorrow or not?"

"Don't worry," I said smoothly. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

The day of the wedding. Backstage.

Danielle leaned against Jeffs chest, her voice perfectly pitched to sound like a fragile little bird.

"Do you really think shell come? What if she actually hates me now?"

Jeff stroked her hair affectionately. "Relax. Look at how miserable she is without us protecting her. Stop stressing, you are the most beautiful bride in the world today."

"If she doesn't drop to her knees and apologize to you today, the internet will tear her apart."

The music swelled, and the ceremony began.

Danielle walked down the aisle, her arm looped through Jeffs. He looked like the perfect gentleman; she looked stunning.

I stood in the shadows and looked around. This was the exact wedding I had spent months planning.

The vintage lace gown was the one I had pinned to my vision board. The floral arrangements, the string quartet, the lightingevery single detail was mine.

It was all mine. Except the man standing at the altar.

Right as they exchanged rings, I stepped out into the light and began a slow walk down the aisle.

The entire grand ballroom erupted into furious whispers.

"Is that her? The audacity to actually show her face!"

"Shameless. Look at her walking in here like she owns the place."

Standing on the altar, Jeff looked down at me with a lazy, victorious smirk.

"I thought you actually had a spine," he mocked into the microphone. "Glad you finally snapped out of it. Now hurry up and apologize."

I stopped at the base of the steps, looked him dead in the eye, and spoke clearly enough for the entire room to hear.

"I am so sorry. I shouldn't have delayed this inevitable union." I smiled brightly. "A man who cheats on his fiance, and a woman who stabs her best friend in the backyou two are truly a match made in hell. I realize my mistake now."

The crowd gasped in shock.

Jeffs face turned violently purple. He opened his mouth to scream for security

"That is enough."

A deep, commanding voice boomed through the speakers.

The ballroom went dead silent.

My dad stepped out from the VIP section, the crowd parting for him like the Red Sea. He walked slowly, his presence suffocatingly powerful, straight toward me.

Someone in the front row aggressively whispered, "Oh man, Mr. Sinclair is about to destroy her. She slept with him to get to his son, and now shes ruining the wedding? Hes gonna bury her."

My dad stopped right in front of me.

He raised his hand.

The same guest hissed excitedly, "Here it comes! Hes gonna slap her!"

Instead, my dad gently wrapped his warm, steady hand around mine.

He turned to face the hundreds of elite guests, the cameras, and the sheer silence. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the weight of an empire.

"Allow me to introduce Ms. Serena Sinclair. She is my biological daughter, who went missing eighteen years ago."

He slowly turned his gaze toward the altar, looking at Jeff like he was a piece of trash stuck to his shoe.

"As for the boy on the stage..."

"He is simply the charity case I adopted years ago."