I Hate My Sisters Husband 소설 & 이야기

“Because she shouldn’t be having a baby,” I snap, the same anger from earlier returning. “It’s selfish of her to do this, she doesn’t care about anything but herself.” Doctor Eleanor watches me carefully, “Are you worried for the pup?” “I’m sorry for it,” I snicker. “They’re going to groom another demon like them.” “They?” she leans forward. “Who are you referring to?” “My sister and her husband,” I swallow. “He is worse than she is, I fucking hate him.”

I expected to be rejected. "We have to make this work, all three of us," Sebastian said, his voice firm and relentless. My eyes widened when he suggested the possibility of sharing my husband with my younger sister. “What if I don't accept? You must be crazy! You want to have both sisters?” I opened my eyes, full of rage, emphasizing each word. “I'd rather you reject me and set me free than have to endure you cheating on me every day in the next room with my own sister! If you have any consideration for me, let me go. You are humiliating me in front of the entire pack!” I murmured, nervous and indignant.

I don't know if he's just mocking me or he's just thick faced to still consider himself her husband after what he's done. Feeling the itchiness to rush there and just punch him. The nervous feeling became an annoyance as I look at him. I know now why my sister hate this bastard so much. He's a motherfucker who killed our mother. He knew what he did but he got some guts to be here. The way he act pisses me off so much. The way he looks at my people and the way he talks. Just him standing there making me wanna kill him on the spot. But I can't do anything but to just glare and clench my fist.

My husband betrayed me and married my sister and not just that my parents were on it too. I had been betrayed and ruined by the same people I trusted and called my family

like the word sounded disgusting to her. I looked at her shocked, surprised, flabbergasted. She was my blood sister, same mother, and same father, so where was this hatred coming from?. It was painful enough that she betrayed me, by sleeping with my husband, and now she was showing hatred to her own sister? I just couldn't believe it. I ignored her, as i began to drag my suitcase to my room, i wasn't going to utter a word to her, i just couldn't. I climbed the stairs with my suitcase, totally ignoring all the words she said until she said something that made me stop abruptly.

When he found out what happened, he announced our wedding that same day. It felt like a dream come true. Except it wasn't a dream at all. It was a nightmare. Dylan didn't love me. Not even a little bit. He hated me, actually. Despised me. And I knew exactly why, because marrying me meant he had to let go of the woman he truly loved, Sophie Bennett. And here's the twisted part: Sophie is my sister. My own flesh and blood. Still, I gathered every bit of courage I had and called him.

Why the fuck did he have to be my sisters Ex husband? To be continued....

Wilson went home without me. I texted the mysterious person. "I can't seduce Joseph. He's my husband's older brother, so no way am I doing this. If my husband's family finds out about this, my marriage will be ruined." "You have no right to negotiate with me. You only have 20 days left, so you'd better make the most of them," he replied. Then, he didn't say anything else. I was in despair. How had things ended up like this? I stayed up the whole night and went to work the next day with dark eye circles. To my surprise, Joseph asked me whether I'd had a bad night's sleep. In the past, he would never have talked to me about anything other than work.

Lisa reached for the remote immediately, but I was faster, grabbing a chipped coffee mug and hurling it at the TV. The screen cracked, Henry’s face splintering into static. I sank to the floor, sobbing, my hands shaking as I clutched my knees. “How could he?” I choked out. “How could he marry her?” Lisa knelt beside me, pulling me into a fierce hug. “He’s a fool, Aaliyah. And she’s a viper. Who the hell steals her own sister's husband? It's crazy and –feels personal. Whatever, don't cry over those dickheads, you're better than this.”

Danica’s lips twitched, but she said nothing. "Was it because of Uncle Rex?" I choked out, tears streaking down my cheeks as I turned once again to my brother. "Was it because of him?" Arnold ran a hand through his hair. "Of course not—" "Then why?" I screamed, cutting him off, turning to Danica again. "What kind of person keeps a brother from his sister and steals her husband? Jesus, Danica, do you even have a soul?" "Hey, take it easy," Kaleb murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my arm, but it did little to stop the boiling feeling inside me.