Chapter 1

Ruby’s POV

I let my bags slip from my hands the moment I stepped inside and headed straight for the bedroom. I expected to find my husband buried in work, just like always.

Instead, my world cracked.

Asher was on the bed. But he wasn’t alone.

Scarlett, my step-sister, was there with him.

Both of them were naked, tangled together, so lost in each other that they didn’t even notice me standing at the doorway. The room was thick with the scent of sex, like they’d been at it for a long time.

“Ah, harder, fuck me please,” Scarlett gasped, her voice breathless, desperate. My husband was buried inside her, moving without restraint. He was merciless, pumping against her butt.

They were bent forward, bodies colliding, the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Scarlett’s broken moans echoed in my ears, each one slicing deeper into my chest.

My heart dropped straight into my stomach.

Today of all days.

Our five-year wedding anniversary.

I had rushed back early from my trip just to surprise him.

I so stunned, I blinked. But I didn’t bother to interrupt their time 

Instead, I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and started recording. I needed proof. Something solid. Something that couldn’t be denied later.

They were too consumed by their desire to notice. Their voices dropped into heated whispers, breaths ragged.

“Do you love making love to me or my sister?” Scarlett asked between moans.

“You,” Asher groaned. “I love every bit of you, Scarlett.”

My fingers tightened around my phone.

“I love you so much and you sister means nothing to me. If I’d met you first, I would’ve married you instead.”

The words shattered what little was left of me.

My hands trembled as I finished recording. Then, finally, I spoke, my voice eerily calm, detached, nothing like the storm inside me.

“So this is what you’ve been doing behind my back?” I said coldly. “Sleeping with my sister. In my damn house. Don’t you feel even a little ashamed, or are you that shameless?”

Asher froze, scrambling for excuses almost instantly. His breath caught. He hadn’t heard me approaching, and I stood so close, I could see their naked bodies clearly. “Ruby, it was a mistake. It didn’t mean anything I said, trust me. This is the first time…”

“Please,” he stuttered. “It was just a one-time mis..”

I laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. “A mistake? You’ve been making this ‘mistake’ for years, haven’t you?”

Scarlett was still on her knees when she started crying. “Ruby, please forgive me. It was just a moment of weakness. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I turned my gaze on her, fury burning behind my eyes. “Moment of weakness? You’re my sister. And all because of a man, you betray me like this?”

Asher tried to speak again, but I shut him down immediately. “No, Asher. You’ve said enough. Now listen.”

I stepped closer, my chest aching. “I believed in us. I believed we had love and trust in this marriage. Turns out, I was the only one holding onto that illusion.”

Scarlett sniffed. “I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done this. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me for this.”

“I don’t,” I replied quietly. “If anything, you did me a favor. At least someone was satisfying my husband while I was away. He never wanted me in his bed but clearly, he wants you.”

She stared at me, stunned. “Wait… you’re not angry? You caught us like this, and you’re fine with it?”

Asher had always avoided intimacy with me. After our wedding night, we barely touched each other, it has only been twice in an entire year. There was always an excuse. Too tired. Not in the mood.

I had blamed stress. Work. Anything but the truth.

The truth was simple: he never wanted me. I knew that from the way he ignored me even when I tried so hard to please him in bed. 

Scarlett tried to stand, but her knees gave out. She cried out as she fell forward, hitting the floor hard. Her knees had always been weak since childhood.

When I did not give her a reaction, she grew uncomfortable and began to have serious doubts about her dramas. The way I was looking at her could tell all she needs to know in this moment! I didn't have a single fuck to give.

Asher rushed to her instantly, panic written all over his face. “Scarlett! Are you hurt?”

I scoffed. “I never imagined the two of you would stab me in the back like this. I’m honestly amazed.”

But he wasn’t listening. He was already holding her, brushing her hair back, murmuring comforts. I watched with a strange mix of disgust and emptiness.

That was the moment I understood, he never loved me. Not even a little.

And I felt foolish for believing otherwise all these years. For giving him a huge part of my life and letting him deceive me right under my nose.

And for my sister, I honestly didn't even know what to feel but I wasn't also surprised.

Finally, I spoke again. “You know what? You’re perfect for each other. Truly. You both enjoy lies and drama. I wish you happiness.”

Scarlett’s tears stopped instantly. She looked at me carefully now, her eyes sharp. “What are you saying?”

I shrugged. “I’m saying you should be together. Clearly, that’s where you both belong. As for the sex? I don’t care. Keep going if you want. You’re adults so that's on you.”

Asher looked lost, confused. He’d expected me to scream, or cry and ask why he'd treat me like this, anything but my calm indifference.

I turned toward the door, then paused. “I was planning a romantic dinner for our anniversary,” I added coolly. “But I’ll cancel it. You two can have dinner instead. Or better still, continue with the sex.”

Then I faced him one last time.

“And Asher,” I said evenly, “My lawyer will reach out with a divorce paper, you better sign them.”