Lahat ng Kabanata ng MARRIED MY BROTHER IN LAW: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"What do you think about her?" Nickson had just come out of the bathroom when Rebecca suddenly asked him a strange question. "Who?" "My sister." "She seems like a nice woman." An annoyed snort escaped Rebecca's lips. "Come on Nick, she is indeed a good woman. Can you be a little friendly to her? I saw that she was very nervous when she faced you.” "I've been trying to do that." Nickson seemed unconcerned. He was busy drying his hair with a towel, then walked back to the bathroom to hang the towel. "Why don't you wait at the dining table?" "They're still playing. Arthur loves playing with his aunt." “Yeah, he finally has an aunt who hasn't shown up for years. She didn't even come to our wedding," Nickson snorted. He still doesn't forget the attitude of his sister-in-law, who doesn't care about Rebecca all this time, while Rebecca always praises Blakely's achievements in front of him. “Nick, I think we've discussed this before. Blakely was busy with her studies at the time.”

"I'm glad you came." Buckling her seatbelt, Blakely turned to Rebecca who was now in the car with her.As agreed last night, this afternoon Rebecca will accompany Blakely to Decatur to buy some ceramic tableware. Rebecca had come to the restaurant at ten o'clock earlier. A few minutes after Nickson and Antonio left the restaurant. At first, Blakely suspected that Nickson might tell Rebecca about his visit with Antonio. But apparently, Rebecca didn't know about Nickson's presence at all when she tried to ask covert questions to check Rebecca's honesty. So yeah... Nickson's presence wasn't planned. But she was very pleased to know that Nickson's assessment of her restaurant was quite satisfactory. Although it was not done openly, the man implied that her restaurant had a beautiful design.“The clam pasta you made earlier was delicious. I'll have to ask for the recipe after this.""It's not a special recipe, my dear sister. Have you forgotten that mother used to make clam pasta?”There w

Her legs were wobbly and she almost fell when her shoe tripped over the uneven asphalt on the road in front of Rebecca's house. Blakely felt like giving up on her body right now. She wanted to fall on the hot asphalt and cry out loud. All the cold expressions she gave Nickson and her indifference were lies. She lied that she was unfazed by Nickson's words. She was deeply hurt by Nickson's blatant expulsion. From the moment she met him in this house, she had known that Nickson hated her. The man was always cynical and skeptical of her for no apparent reason. But she suspected that Nickson was acting like that because of her absence all this time in Rebecca's life. The man made it clear to her that she was a selfish woman who had no right to enter Rebecca's life after all these years of silence. She had never contacted Rebecca all this time. She thought Rebecca would be fine with her family and she would contact her sister when she was mentally and financially stable. But now she regre

Blakely found plenty of casseroles on the dining table. She exhaled heavily and immediately moved to clear the dining table from the pile of food. The kind mourners had cooked the meal for Arthur and Nickson. But they wouldn't be able to finish all the rice and casseroles from the mourners. Even if she kept it in the fridge, she wasn't sure Nickson would eat it again for tomorrow, the day after, and next week. These casseroles are plentiful! Blakely barely knows how to get rid of this casserole. In addition, there was still plenty of food on the table in the living room which was reserved for the wake after Rebecca's funeral. So Blakely just wrapped the casseroles in plastic wrap and put them all in Nickson's big fridge. She was grateful that Rebecca didn't store too many ingredients in the refrigerator, so she could fit five casserole pans on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. "Why are you still here?" That voice... Blakely was annoyed that Nickson still remembered to bother h

The next morning Blakely wakes up with a big disaster. She couldn't move from her bed. She lay on her back staring at the ceiling of her very clean room. Her eyes blinked repeatedly. She wanted to roll to the right, but that required more effort to do. What she thought was fine, turned out to be not at all.This morning she woke up feeling very sick. Her entire body, from her neck to her calves, was in excruciating pain. She couldn't move and was gasping for breath from the unbearable pain. Last night before going to bed she had taken the medicines given by the doctor. Previously she had been told that her body might be sick the next day and she was advised to rest immediately. But yesterday she had too much work to do. Rebecca's death and all sorts of emotions churning through her heart made her oblivious to her weak physical condition. And now she felt as weak as a decrepit old woman. She couldn't move her legs or arms to help her roll. She just stared blankly at the ceilin