My first crush (COMPLETED)√

PART 2: Chapter 60: Selfish Stephen

"Would you like to have a cup of coffee?" Stephen asked gently as he shut the door behind us.

We hadn't exchanged a single word on the drive to his house. Not one. I stared blankly out the window, my reflection staring back at me—eyes red, swollen, almost bruised, like they'd been pierced over and over again. I had cried the entire way. By the time we arrived, my eyes were weak, dry, incapable of shedding another tear. The pain didn't leave—it only sank deeper, gnawing at me from within.

I had just lived through the worst birthday of my life.

No—worse than that.

My worst nightmare.

"No need," I muttered, my voice hoarse. "I'm better off this way." I turned toward the room, desperate to be alone, but Stephen stopped me with his voice.

"Sharon..." He stepped closer and took my hands, his grip warm but grounding in a way that felt misplaced. "I know I might sound a little selfish," he said carefully, then forced a smile. "But just think about it—you and I forever." He chuckled, trying to sound playful.

I frowned, lifting my eyes to him. "I don't understand."

He exhaled, like he'd been waiting to say this. "I mean... you're Patricia's half sister. Her father's real blood. So it doesn't matter anymore." He shrugged lightly. "I don't have to marry Patricia—just you."

I sighed deeply, dragging my hands down my face, covering it completely. This—this—was not what I expected from Stephen. Even though, logically, he wasn't wrong, the timing felt cruel. Insensitive.

"Come on," he continued, unfazed. "It's like a fairy tale." He smirked. "Though, you know I don't watch those."

"Stephen," I snapped quietly, exhaustion weighing down every word. "Not now."

"Just think about it. This is good news."

"Don't ruin my moment," I said, my voice trembling as I turned away. "I need time to think about the awful lies they've been holding onto all these years."

"That resulted in good news," he added, still trying.

I stopped abruptly and turned to him, disbelief flashing across my face. "Seriously?"

Without waiting for an answer, I walked straight into his room. "I need some rest."

Behind me, his phone rang.

"I'll join you later," he said distractedly. "I need to take this call."

I didn't reply.

"Hey, Stiles," Stephen answered casually.

"So—how did it go?" Stiles asked. "The birthday?"

"Great," Stephen said with a grin. "You wouldn't believe what happened."

"What? Tell me."

"Turns out Sharon and Patricia have been sisters all this while."

"What?!" Stiles burst out laughing. "Are you kidding me? Gosh! You've been fucking them both. You're one lucky bro."

Stephen smirked. "Yeah. I know."

"So how did Sharon react? And Patricia?" Stiles continued. "I'm sure that girl went wild."

"Well," Stephen said, leaning back, "I was unlucky enough to show up at the end of the scene."

"Oh, come on," Stiles groaned. "That would've been the fun part."

"Something came up."

"Alright then. We'll talk tomorrow. My babe just walked in." His voice dropped. "I'm about to have some crazy fun."

Stephen laughed softly. "Don't nail it too hard."

"That's a sure thing," Stiles replied. "Gotta go. Can't miss this." The call ended.

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Sharon's POV

The room was quiet—too quiet.

As I shifted on the bed, the sound of metal clinking against the floor broke the silence. I looked down to see my new car keys—the ones my mom had given me during my birthday party—lying beside my foot.

I bent to pick them up.

That was when my eyes caught something beneath Stephen's bed.

A book.

Curiosity tugged at me as I reached for it and pulled it out. My breath hitched the moment I saw the cover.

It was his diary.