Novel & Cerita Sister's Husband Is Called

And in that moment, I wasn’t just a bride, I was a daughter, a sister, a friend. And soon, a wife, Alex's wife.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't have time for this, why did you call?" "How are you doing?" He asked in the most forced manner ever. Oh so now he cares. "Great." I sucked a deep breath in and waited for him to proceed. "It's your sister, she's getting married." "Wait, what?' I wasn't sure I had just heard him right.

Within three days it had made the rounds of every dock, every street corner, every card table. People said I was jealous, that I'd refused to let my husband honor his fallen brothers. People said I'd used the Calloway family's muscle to push the Hartleys around and gotten what was coming to me. Some added their own embellishments, that I'd conspired with my father to plant evidence and bring down the entire Hartley operation. I sat out in the courtyard of the Calloway estate in the afternoon sun. Ryan stood beside me and read them off one by one.

Too practiced. Then he said it. “She’s not just a friend, Nadine . Sofia is my wife. My real wife.” My jaw clenched before my brain caught up. “What?” “She’s my real wife,” he said again. “You… you were just… filling in." A substitute, I guess.” I waited for him to laugh. For Sofia to roll her eyes and say we’re messing with you. But nothing. No punchline. No wink. No twist. Just silence. And that’s when I realized. I was the only one laughing.

She turned around and calmly looked at Carmen before a stiff word escaped her lips "Step sis." It was 'Step sis', not 'sis'. 'Sis' was an endearment, but 'Step sis' was merely a description of a relationship. Rubbing her hands, she grinned so hard that her eyes squinted. Upon seeing that Hilda had admitted, Diana impatiently walked up to her and said warmly. "It turns out that you are just step sisters! My daddy even said that you are married. Where's your husband? Why didn't you bring him here?" She didn't wait for Hilda to reply. "I know that your husband is an ugly and disabled old man, who is even older than my father. You must be embarrassed to take him out. But he's still the man you s

I didn't ask myself why. Twenty minutes later, Jay Menisa was standing in my gym. He wore old sweatpants and a faded hoodie with a rip on the left sleeve. His sneakers were worn at the heels. His hair was messier than at dinner. He looked tired — the kind of tired that comes from working two jobs and still not having enough. "Your sister is manipulative," he said. "I know." "She said you agreed enthusiastically." "I didn't." Jay nodded. Walked past me toward the treadmill. Didn't ask where anything was. Just found it. Adjusted the speed. Hopped on.

There was no reply, not even a single call. This was not the first time Calvin abandoned me because of his sister-in-law, Lexi. It did not matter if we were on a date, out shopping, eating, or even in the middle of making love, one call from his sister-in-law, and he would leave me without a second thought. He always said his brother’s death left behind a poor widow and an orphan, and that it was his responsibility to take care of them. I told myself that if Calvin ever crossed a line with Lexi, I would leave.

She wasn’t used to seeing her husband in such a light state. — What is it? she asked, feigning an interest she didn’t entirely feel. — Nathan, my twin brother, is finally coming back! His enthusiasm was palpable. It was as if he was becoming a teenager again just by saying that name. — He returned after spending years traveling abroad. I haven’t seen him in a while, and he has changed a lot. Léa squinted, trying to gather her memories. Nathan. That name floated in her mind like an old, blurry photo, never really seen. She knew he was Thomas's twin, but their paths had never crossed.

"You lost your child and your husband doesn't want you anymore, so now you're a mad dog biting everyone!" This was exactly what I was waiting for—her losing control completely. I sneered coldly, no longer looking at her. Instead, I turned my gaze directly to the two elders of the Thornton family standing in the place of honor. Richard Thornton and his wife Margaret, whose faces had already darkened at Emily's outburst. "Mr. Thornton, Mrs. Thornton," my tone was calm and polite, yet carried an undeniable force. "Congratulations on your precious grandson. However, before raising your glasses in celebration, I suggest you first confirm this precious grandson's biological father."

Still I couldn't let this moment slip away, I always have him under control when he's into the moment. "Last night..." I started and he shut his eyes briefly and stared at me like I'd said something disturbing. "Well Agatha and her silly problems," he said and slowly let go of me. "Agatha?" I was confused, what could've made him rush to his sister that night. "Oh you don't know? My wife and my step sister have the same name." He said and I was shocked, not necessarily out of the ordinary but the coincidence itself was confusing. His wife? That title held so much signifince but I didn't even want to think about that when I haven't even made my offer yet.