My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Chapter 111 REDEMPTION ARC

SERAPHINA’S POV

Ethan’s grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm, unyielding.

Rain streaked down his face, making his expression hard to read. For once, though, there was something softer in his eyes—hesitation, maybe even regret.

“I’ll drive you home,” he said simply.

The offer stunned me more than my mother’s slap, more than Celeste’s accusation. For a moment, I just stared at him, blinking water from my lashes.

Something twisted in my chest. Old wounds and fresh ones colliding. I wanted to tell him to let go, to leave me in the rain, to let me dissolve until there was nothing left.

I yanked my arm back. “No, thank you.” My voice came out sharper than I meant, but I didn’t soften it.

“If you’re planning another lecture, Ethan, don’t bother. I’m not in the mood. And if you try anyway, well—” I gave him a look that was equal parts warning and promise, “—I can fight back now.”

He didn’t flinch. If anything, he looked...almost amused. “I don’t doubt it,” he said. “Maya never stops praising you. Says you’re her most outstanding student. If anyone can take me down these days, it’s probably you.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the lack of sarcasm. His tone was matter-of-fact, not mocking.

Still, I folded my arms. “Then all the more reason for you to step aside. Go back to Celeste. She’s the one lying in a hospital bed, not me.”

“I know she’ll be fine,” he said without hesitation.

The certainty in his voice startled me, and I arched a brow. “You sound very sure for someone whose sister just got hit by a car.”

“I’m sure,” he said again, this time more quietly, so I had to strain to hear him over the pouring rain.

Then his gaze cut back to me, unwavering. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t believe you pushed her.”

The words hit me like a blow. Not because I needed his validation—I didn’t, not anymore—but because it had been so long since anyone in that family had believed anything I had to say.

I tried to laugh, but it came out brittle. “That’s perfect then. That undoes all the years of scorn and disdain.”

He didn’t rise to the barb. Instead, he just nodded toward his car parked at the curb. “Come on. The state you’re in—you shouldn’t go home alone.”

I swiped a wet clump of hair from my face. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” he said gently.

“Maya will kill me if I let you walk home in the pouring rain. And...” He hesitated, as though swallowing something difficult. “It’s my duty. As your brother.”

The word brother stuck in my ears like a burr. My brother.

When had he ever acted like one? Why was he now choosing to stay by my side instead of Celeste’s after all these years?

My instinct was to refuse, to walk into the rain and prove I didn’t need any of them.

But my body was betraying me—my legs were shaky, my chest tight.

The cold was already seeping into my bones, and the thought of standing on a curb waiting for a cab in this storm suddenly felt unbearable.

“Fine,” I muttered, brushing past him toward his car. “But if I even smell a reprimanding speech, I’m throwing myself out of the door.”

He chuckled. “Then you and Celeste can be roommates.”

I spun around and shot him a look, and he immediately clamped his mouth shut, his lips twitching from the effort.

I turned away before he could see me fight my own smile.

The interior smelled faintly of leather and something familiar. Maya, I realized with a grudging smile.

I slid into the passenger seat, dripping rain onto the floor mat. Ethan got in on his side, started the engine, and instantly turned up the heat.

“Here,” he said, handing me a thick sweatshirt from the backseat.

I took it gratefully and pulled it on, hugging my arms around myself.

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