Todos los capítulos de The other Mrs.Adie (mistress to my sister’s husband): Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Zara’s povImani had always been the pretty one.The golden girl. The one people noticed first and remembered long after she left the room.I never really had to compete with her. Not exactly. She was four years older, already out of the house by the time I hit high school. But that didn’t stop me from living in her shadow. It wasn’t something she asked for. It just happened.For every step I took, Imani had already taken five. She was the perfect daughter straight A’s, captain of the track team, prom queen, violin prodigy, valedictorian. She carried it all with that effortless smile that made teachers, boys, and especially our parents fall in love with her. They placed her on a pedestal so high I got dizzy just trying to look up at it.So I learned to walk carefully. Cautiously. I followed the exact paths she had already carved out, hoping that if I stayed in her footprints, someone anyone might finally see me.But I was never just Zara.I was Imani’s little sister.It was never “Zar

Zara's pov"Oh shit. She knows.”My stomach dropped. She fucking knows I slept with Adie. The thought slammed into me like ice water. Did he confess? Out of guilt? That would make me the ultimate backstabber the sister who fucked her husband behind her back. Imani doesn’t forgive easily. I know that much.“Zara, I’m talking to you.”Imani’s voice cut through the fog. I hadn’t heard a single word she’d said in the last thirty seconds. I stared at her, eyes glassy, fighting the sting of tears I couldn’t even justify. I wasn’t sorry for sleeping with Adie. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. What I was terrified of was her finding out.“Zara!” She grabbed my left shoulder, shaking me like I’d zoned out in the middle of a battlefield. “Are you even listening?”“I’m sorry what?” I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the tears and look normal. Hypocrite.“You bitch,” she snapped. “Why didn’t you tell me?”Fuck. My heart stopped.“I can explain,” I blurted. “I promise, I..”“Explain what, Zara? Tha

ZARA’S POV By 6:30 we had baked enough pastries to feed an orphanage. The kitchen looked like a battlefield flour dust on every surface, sticky counters, bowls stacked like defeated soldiers but the table glowed with golden donuts, cinnamon rolls, and fruit tarts that smelled heavenly.“Nice job, Zaza. We did good,” Imani beamed, turning to survey the delicious chaos.“Yeah, we sure did.” It wasn’t a lie. They looked and smelled irresistible.“Can you tidy up?” Imani asked, her voice surprisingly firm, no plea in it. “I need to freshen up. Adie will be home any minute, and I can’t have him see me like this.”I should have said no. They had staff for this. Why me?“Yeah, sure. Of course.” The words slipped out before I could stop them.“Great. I’ll send one of the helps to join you.” With that, she glided upstairs.The help never came. Maybe she forgot. Something told me she hadn’t.Ten minutes later, Imani descended in a sexy purple dress that hugged her curves. Her hair was swept in

ZARA’S POVHow to snatch your sister’s husband the one who a) you’ve loved for as long as you can remember. b) The man who literally watched you grow up, c) The trophy husband who still makes every room feel smaller the moment he walks into it.Some people might call this wrong. Twisted, even. I call it taking what should have been mine all along. Adie was never supposed to end up with Imani. Not really. But life has a funny way of handing the wrong sister the perfect man. So I decided to correct the mistake.Lesson Number One:Make sure his name is Adie. Or any cocky, smoky hot name that fits a man who turns heads without even trying. Broad shoulders, that deep voice that vibrates through your chest, eyes that seem to see straight through every lie you tell yourself. As long as he’s the kind of man who makes your pulse race and your thoughts dirty, he’ll do just fine.Lesson Number Two:Make sure your sister is unstable. Bonus points if she’s already been to a mental institution at

ZARA’S POV I was busy vacuuming the living room when a shadow passed my window. It was my off day, and with nothing better to do, I’d decided to tackle the mess that had piled up.I wandered over, heart already picking up speed. No one.I grabbed the baseball bat I’d had since I was a little girl a birthday gift from my aunt and walked slowly toward the front door. Part of me felt ridiculous. It could’ve been a neighbor, the mail carrier, anyone. But this wasn’t the first time. That same car kept appearing everywhere I went. Too many coincidences.I still hadn’t told anyone. Not until I was sure.I wasn’t entirely sure what I thought I’d accomplish by going outside alone with a bat. But I went anyway.I gripped the baseball bat tighter, my palms already slick with sweat, and stepped outside. The afternoon sun felt too bright after the dimness of my living room. Iscanned the quiet street, heart hammering against my ribs.There at the edge of the yard, disappearing around th