To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 317

“Oh, hey—it’s you! What a coincidence.”

But as soon as she spoke, Lina pressed a hand to her mouth in mock embarrassment.

“Wait, that’s not right. I should call you ‘sis’ now, shouldn’t I? After all, I’m with Brian now.”

She said this with the smug smile of someone who believes they’ve already won.

Elara’s brow tightened in annoyance.

Seeing Elara’s expression, Lina assumed she’d struck a nerve and grew even more delighted.

“Brian’s a real powerhouse, you know. Nearly left me in pieces—I had to stay home for days just to recover. Is he like that with you, too?”

Elara couldn’t hold back any longer; she gagged, a wave of nausea rising in her throat.

When she looked at Lina again, her eyes were filled with open disgust.

“Do you ever go a day without being revolting? Seriously, find a mirror—take a good look at yourself. You’re the living definition of ‘disgusting.’ I’m allergic to trash, so keep your distance.”

Lina’s smile faltered, her face darkening with anger.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, sis. But I can’t help it—Brian told me you just lie there like a dead fish, don’t even make a sound. He said he only feels like a real man with me. Honestly, being tossed out by the Vincents is probably the best thing that could’ve happened to someone as uptight as you.”

Elara hadn’t eaten, and the dip in her blood sugar made her feel weak. She had neither the energy nor the patience to keep sparring with Lina.

So she pulled out her phone.

Lina arched a brow. “What, calling Brian to scold me?”

But instead, Elara punched in the number for the police.

“What are you doing?” Lina shrieked, her composure slipping.

Elara’s voice was light, almost bored. “You, parading around town when you’re already on the police’s radar? If I don’t report you, where’s the justice in the world?”

The call connected.

With a wild cry, Lina lunged at her, trying to grab the phone.

They struggled, grappling and shoving, as tempers flared.

“What’s going on here? Stop it, both of you!”

Elara pressed her lips together, swallowing hard.

Before she could answer, Zane simply scooped her into his arms. He turned to Brian, his calm voice edged with menace. “Give her back her phone.”

Brian watched, helpless, as the woman he still loved clung naturally to another man’s neck, fitting perfectly in his arms. The jealousy and pain twisted inside him until he could barely breathe.

But he couldn’t show it, not with Lina watching his every move.

Gently but firmly, he removed Lina’s arms from his waist, stepped forward, and handed Elara her phone.

“You can’t hurt her,” he said, voice low.

Elara slapped his hand aside as she snatched her phone back.

“Brian!” Lina ran to him again, hugging him tightly with a wounded look.

“This is your last warning,” Zane said, his tone like cold steel. “If I see you lay another finger on her, I won’t care what your last name is.”

With a final, scathing glance at Brian, Zane carried Elara away.

As their car disappeared down the street, Lina clung to Brian, her anxiety and bitterness twisting even deeper.