Married to my sister's husband

Ophelia A year laterI looked at the empty room and sighed. Getting married to my sister's husband wasn't my idea rather was it a good decision. I went to the bathroom to change from my wedding dress and wore my pajamas. I sat down in front of the dresser removing all the pins in my hair and washing off my makeup.My mind wandered off to a month before my wedding.******I was called by my mum to come to New York immediately and I took an early leave from work.On getting there, there was a meeting between Ryder's family and my family. I was surprised I was called for the meeting because of my last encounter with Ryder.“I don't know why you all are here,” Ryder said with exhaustion showing on his face and I felt pity for him.“You are killing yourself dear, you need help,” Ryder’s mother, Sandra, said beside him.“I can handle everything, Mum, Things have just been hard recently” Ryder explained. “You can take a break off work, son, have time for your son and yourself,” Ryder's fa

Ophelia Ryder’s last words from Mum’s office echoed through my mind as I strolled to the kitchen to make Ryan's food. “No, Olivia didn't die in an accident.” What does that even mean? “She was killed.” The phrase stuck with me, swirling in confusion. Both Mum and Ryder had always insisted she was hospitalized, fighting to survive. So how had she died? And why would anyone want her dead?Who could possibly want Olivia dead? She was loved by everyone. She was everyone's favorite.As the thoughts spiraled, my head started to ache. A sudden dizziness hit me and I reached to steady myself, accidentally knocking over the kettle of hot water.“Ouch!” I screamed in pain as the hot water splashed down my waist. Fighting back tears, I dashed to the bathroom and went under the shower without taking off my clothesI sighed in relief as the running water managed to ease the burn. The relief was instant, but the ache lingered. Consumed by my thoughts, I barely noticed my hand grazing the kettle

Ophelia“Ryan, come here,” he giggled and ran behind the couch. I sneaked up to him and caught him, tickling his sides. His laughter makes me smile.“Mama, stop,” he said amidst laughter. “Next time champ, don't stress mummy” I said, not stopping.“Stop,” he said and ran away from me. I ran after him, trying to catch up to him. Instead of eating, he has been running around refusing to eat. “Dada,” I heard Ryan say, and I stopped running. I straightened my body and looked at the door. Ryder carried Ryan and kissed his head. His eyes met mine for a brief moment before returning them back to Ryan.I returned to the kitchen to clear up the mess Ryan made. “Mum asked of you.” I heard Ryder's voice behind me, and I slightly jumped, not expecting him in the kitchen.“What?” I asked while turning to him. Ryan was still in his arms. “We have a family function this weekend,” He said, maintaining eye contact with me, and I removed my eyes from his. Since the night he said I should stay away

Ophelia “I’m sorry,” a voice said, and I looked up. The woman holding the tray of what had just crashed was staring at me with an unsettling glint in her eyes.“I didn’t see you there… I mean, I didn’t see anyone there,” she added, glancing over at Ryder, her expression shifting instantly. “I didn’t mean to spill the wine on her. It slipped from my hands” She moved closer, pretending to help me clean up but she was only making it worse by spreading the stain further across my dress.“Sophia, stop it—you’re making it worse,” Elina snapped.“It’s not like the dress looks expensive, so it shouldn’t be too hard to clean up,” Sophia muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. I held her gaze, struggling to stay calm and trying to read her intentions.“Elina, please take Ophelia to the bathroom so she can clean up,” Ryder said, and my eyes shot to him.“That’s all you have to say to her?” I asked, disbelief tightening my voice.“She apologized for spilling the wine on you. What else is there

Ophelia Sophia’s smirk told me she was enjoying every second of my discomfort, and I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, waiting.“Um…” I laughed nervously, glancing down at my hands. “That’s a bit personal, don’t you think?”“Come on, Ophelia,” Elina nudged me gently. “It’s all in good fun.”I took a deep breath, deciding to keep my answer as vague as possible. “Well… yes, I suppose I have.”There was a ripple of murmurs, and a few raised eyebrows, “Alright, who’s the person?”Then I noticed Ryder, leaning against the back of the couch, his gaze fixed on me with a curious intensity that made my heart skip.If I call Ryder's name, it will raise more questions. Questions I don't want to answer. Before I could go back on my decision, I blurted the first name I could think of. “Dave,” I said slowly and added, “my friend from work”There was silence for a moment.David, as if sensing my discomfort, spun the bottle again. This time it landed on him. “Truth,” he said, grinning, clearly eager