I Faked My Death & Married His Ruthless Stepdad for Revenge
Mary SamanthaDark RomanceGirl PowerSteamyCEOGoodgirlMafiaAffairDivorceHate to Love
My sister-in-law sent me a photo of her kissing my husband on the beach.
Just a few minutes later, she deleted the photo and sent me a text saying, “Oops, sent to the wrong person. Lol.”
I knew it was deliberate. It was never a mistake. She wanted me to see how happy my husband was with her.
Clara was never my sister-in-law. Three years ago, my husband had lied about her, claiming she was his younger sister, and I believed him. But after five years of marriage, I discovered—far too late—that Clara was never his sister. She was his mistress, his childhood lover, the woman he had been sleeping with under the same roof as me while making me serve her as if she were truly my sister-in-law.
And now what? He had lied again… said he was going on a business trip. Yet Clara had just sent me a picture—a cute, sickening picture—of my husband happily kissing the very woman he had once claimed was his younger sister.
The photo carried a timestamp showing the exact time and location. It was real. There was no denying it.
They were in Hawaii, on a beach, laughing, kissing, and having the time of their lives… while he had made me believe he was away on business.
Without saying a word, I saved the picture and posted it straight to Instagram, captioning it:
"Congratulations to my sister-in-law… on finally becoming the official wife.”
Then I turned off my phone and went to bed.
The next morning, after having breakfast with my cat, Lulu, and taking the warmest bath ever, I turned my phone back on—and froze. Over 200 missed calls were waiting for me.
Notifications exploded across my phone. And it didn’t stop there—the number of unattended messages kept climbing past 250.