Married to my sister's lover のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I opened my eyes slowly, and the first thing I noticed was the ceiling—it wasn’t mine. It was white, smooth, and unfamiliar. My head throbbed painfully, like someone was beating drums inside it.I sat up and winced, holding my forehead.“What on earth…?” I whispered.I blinked a few times and looked around. The room was neat, quiet, and clearly not my bedroom. The curtains were half drawn, soft light slipping in through the edges. There was a glass table, a painting on the wall, and expensive bedding beneath me.“Where am I?”I scanned the room again. Empty. No movement. No sound. Just me.Panic twisted in my stomach.I rubbed my eyes, hoping I was dreaming, but the pounding in my head reminded me I was very much awake—and very confused.Last night.Think.What happened?I tried to remember, but all I could picture was being at the club—with Fiona. My sister. After that? Nothing. Just darkness.I turned quickly and saw my phone on the bedside table. I grabbed it with trembling hands.

I ran out of the office like a mad woman, barely holding myself together. My heels wobbled beneath me, and I nearly fell as I stumbled toward my car. My chest felt like it was on fire. My eyes were already soaked with tears, and my hands trembled so badly I could hardly grip the steering.I yanked open the car door and dropped into the driver’s seat. For a moment, I just sat there—crying. No… wailing. My whole body shook with it.“How could they do this to me?” I sobbed into the steering wheel. “What did I ever do to them?”Over and over, I asked myself the same question. But there was no answer. Just the ache in my heart and the storm in my head.I wiped my eyes quickly, trying to calm down enough to drive. I couldn’t even see clearly, but I started the engine and pulled away from the building without thinking about where I was going.I didn’t care.I just needed to escape.Tears rolled down my cheeks as I drove, my vision blurry, my heart pounding. I passed familiar streets without

I drove into the compound and parked quietly. Elvis’ car was already there.I blinked twice.He was home… early.That was new.Since we got married, he never came home this early. In fact, he hardly came home at all. And when I asked about it, tried to talk, begged for just a little of his time, he would snap.“Do you want me to quit my job just because I married you?” he used to say with irritation in his eyes.After hearing that too many times, I gave up trying. I stopped asking. I stopped expecting. I stopped hoping.But today felt strange.Why was he back early?Something wasn’t right.I unlocked the front door quietly and stepped inside. The sitting room was empty, but I could hear soft laughter coming from the kitchen. It wasn’t just laughter. It was familiar—intimate.I moved closer, each step feeling heavier than the last.And then I saw them.Elvis and… Fiona.My sister.No—the woman I used to call my sister.She was in my kitchen, wearing one of my aprons. She was stirring

Starting over felt like standing at the edge of a cliff—scared, unsure, but with no choice but to jump.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the sunlight peeking through the faded curtains. My chest felt heavy, like something was pressing down on it, but I whispered to myself, “You didn’t come here to fail, Melinda. You came to fight.”I stood up slowly, stretching limbs that felt stiff from sleep and stress. I made my way to the bathroom with quiet steps.The cold water on my face woke me up more than the mirror did. I splashed it over my cheeks a few times, letting it drip down before grabbing a towel. I brushed my teeth, bathed quickly, and tied my hair into a neat bun. No makeup. No perfume. Just clean and ready.I pulled on my black slacks, a simple white blouse, and flats. Nothing flashy. Just enough to look serious. A plain outfit, but one that made me feel composed. I picked up my file of documents—resume, portfolio, references—and tucked it carefully under my arm.I exhal

I didn’t sleep a wink.My eyes were open the whole night, staring into the darkness, praying that Google had lied to me.Every time I blinked, I saw the search results again.“Can stress course fatigue. Dizziness. Sore breasts. Nausea.”The words danced in my brain like neon signs, refusing to fade. I shut my eyes tight, wishing I could shut my mind too.“It’s just stress,” I whispered for the hundredth time, hugging my pillow like it could save me. “It has to be.”I could still hear the faint humming of the fridge in the kitchen, the ticking wall clock above the wardrobe, and the restless sighs I released every five minutes. Time didn’t move. Neither did I.The weeks had been brutal—late nights, tight deadlines, no rest. That had to be the reason I felt like this. Not… not what Google suggested.No, it couldn't be that.By morning, my head was heavy, my stomach twisted, but I got up anyway. The alarm buzzed half-heartedly beside me, but I was already sitting up. I had been up all nig