All Chapters of Married To My Sister’s Man: Becoming Strangers Again: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EUDORAAlready dressed for work, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs with the plan to grab a quick breakfast before leaving, but I ran into mum in the hallway instead.“You’re going to work?”Obviously. “Yes.”She folded her arms, looking at me like I was doing something foolish. “The wedding date has been fixed for next month. I don’t think you should be stressing yourself with work. We don’t want you looking like a panda on your wedding day. People will talk.”I blinked.Her words barely registered except for one part.“The wedding date has been fixed?” I repeated slowly. I didn’t even agree to the wedding.“And I already took the liberty of informing your boss. You’ll be taking three months off. For the wedding and your honeymoon.”For a second, I thought I misheard her. My jaw fell open. “You did what?”“I didn’t stutter,” she said flatly, already turning away. “Go back inside and change.” She started walking off.“I never agreed to marrying Desmond,” I said under my breath.

EUDORAI believed I could live and die with the secrets of what really happened that night between Desmond and me a month ago, but the two pink lines on the pregnancy stick in my shaky fingers mocked me.My knees wobbled, my hands trembling as I slid down the cold toilet tiles, cradling my head as my heart hammered loudly in my chest."This can't be happening," I muttered under my breath. "I can't be pregnant…" not for a man who loathes my existence.What will be of my child? He or she, whatever gender it ends up being might either grow up with Desmond's hate, or my child will be taken away from me."You have to think of something, Eudora," I whispered under my breath. Sucking in a deep breath, I got off the floor, stared at my reflection through the wall mirror, staring deeply into my cold soulless eyes.The emptiness that stared back at me stemmed from years of fighting for an existence, but ended up shrinking deeper and deeper into that of my sister's."I need some time off," I mu

EUDORAI turned down the trip Desmond suggested even though I was the one who brought it up in the first place. The idea of flying off to some quiet island, or hiding away in a luxury resort, pretending none of this chaos existed… it felt ridiculous. Almost insulting.No.I need answers.By the time I pulled up in front of my parents’ house, my thoughts were already spiraling. I barely waited for the car to stop properly before stepping out. The door slammed behind me as I stormed inside, my heels echoing loudly against the floor.“Mum!” I called out, my voice loud as I rushed toward the stairs. “Dad!”I took the steps two at a time, my heart pounding harder with every second.Just as I reached the top, my parents’ bedroom door opened.My mother stepped out.She was still in her nightdress, even though the morning had long begun. The sunlight streaming through the windows only made it more obvious. Her eyes were swollen and red, like she had either just woken up… or had been crying.S

DESMOND“What did she say?”Camellia’s voice drifted across the space as she stepped out of the pool, water glistening on her skin. Droplets slid slowly down her body from her back down to cleavage as she reached for the champagne glass resting at the pool’s edge.For a moment, I didn’t answer. My eyes followed the thin trails of water running from her shoulders, down the curve of her chest, disappearing into the fabric of her bikini.“Desmond!”Her sharp call snapped me back to reality. I blinked quickly, then gave her an easy smile, making no effort to hide the fact that I had been staring.“What?” I said lightly. “Am I not allowed to admire what’s mine?”She rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed, and walked over to the lounge chair beside me. Sitting down, she crossed her legs and picked up her drink.“I’m not yours,” she replied coolly. “Not while that woman is still wearing your ring.”I let out a slow breath, setting my glass aside, then reached for her, pulling her gently off th

EUDORAIt had only been two weeks, yet the reality of the pregnancy was already settling into my body in the most uncomfortable ways. Everything around me felt off. Even the faintest smell made my stomach twist. Eating had become a struggle too. My appetite had dropped so low it felt like it didn’t exist anymore.Most times, I forced myself to sit through meals, and the other moments, I flush down the food in the toilet. I couldn’t risk anyone noticing the sudden change in me.I sat alone at the small reading table in my room, flipping through my art book. My eyes stayed fixed on a painting I had been working on, but something about it bothered me. It looked complete at first glance, but the longer I stared, the more it felt empty, like it lacked life.And that frustrated me.I had spent enough time working in an art house to recognize when a piece wasn’t right. There was always that one missing element, the detail that tied everything together, and this painting… it didn’t have that.