After I Killed Myself, The Brother Who Hated Me for 5 Years Went Berserk.
Language: en
It had been five years since I was kicked out, and I ran into my brother at a fancy bar. He was the VIP, casually dropping thousands on Skylar, the daughter of a prominent family friend. Me? I was just a bottle girl, working for commission based on how many bottles I sold. All night, we pretended the other didn't exist. Until I, deadpan, chugged two bottles of whiskey for a measly fifty dollars in tips. Watching the color drain from my face, he pursed his lips and spoke, his voice ice-cold: "You'd rather do this kind of work than come home and admit you were wrong?" "Aubrey, you're really…