Sister's Husband Is Called Novels & Stories

I took her hand from my forehead and her in firm tone, “Archana. First, give respect to your anni. Keep in your mind that she is your sister-in-law. This is how you call your brother's wife ??. If you call her by any nickname anymore, then you will face my wrath. What's your problem if I wash my wife cloth ??. Get out of here without making me more angry.” After listening to my words, she held my hand and told me in sad tone,

Calvin said with a smile that did not reach his eyes, "Mom, Dad, how could you not tell us my baby sister's in-laws came to visit? Thank goodness I asked the real estate agent to keep an eye on the house for me, otherwise I would’ve missed this." Ruby looked at Vincent, who was peeling apples for me, and Vincent's parents, who were decked out in luxury and designer brands. Jealousy burned in her eyes, and she said with a long face, "Cassie, you haven't even married into their family yet, yet you’re letting the poor guy serve you food. That’s so unbecoming of you."

I was about to speak when she continued. "But you are my brother-in-law. You are married to my sister. This is wrong." I stood up and cleared the table while she watched me waiting for a response. "You are my sister's husband, Alex." I walked over to where she was seated and held out my hand to her. She took it hesitantly and stood up.

“Do you even know what kind of person he is? He has a child. After his wife died, he immediately started looking for new women to take her place. If he is interested in you, maybe he is just using you as a substitute—” Before she could finish, Vanessa cut her off coldly, saying, “He’s your brother-in-law, but look at the way you speak to him. You have no manners. I’ve known him since college. I know exactly what kind of person he is. I do not need you interfering.” Her expression darkened. “Oh, so you go way back. No wonder you’re defending him. Maybe there was already something going on between you two. Were you already involved before he married my sister?”

Chapter 2 Ana quickly made her way up the stairs, she was desperate to run into the arms of her beloved husband after the terrible day she had endured. Jake had never failed to reassure her of his love and he would always tell her to ignore his mother. He was the perfect husband. Ana reached the top of the stairs, in a few seconds, but as she approached the door to her husband's study, she was surprised to hear the sound of Jake’s voice, murmuring in low tones from within. It’s like he was talking to someone else in their private bedroom.

And now, somehow, the consequences were hers alone to carry. The name landed hard between them—Gabriel—and the weight of it shifted the air in the room. Her sister’s eyes widened, disbelief painted across her face. She leaned forward as if hoping she’d misheard, as if the truth could be different if only she asked again. “You’re having a baby… with the man who’s married to someone else?”

While I was carrying drinks from the kitchen into the dining hall, I stumbled and tripped into a stranger. “Hey, watch where you're going!” the stranger growled. I yelped and scrambled back. I knew this wolf. At least, I knew who he was. He was the man I'd found in bed with Eva! His eyes narrowed. “I know you. The scarred servant. You interrupted us.” “I... I...” I stammered, looking around for an escape. Surprisingly, relief arrived in the person of my sister. “Zane, my father wants the whole wedding party for photos, what are you doing?” Eva demanded.

He rose from his chair and adjusted his suit, “You have no say in this matter anyway. You’re a pawn, a liability, your husband—my brother, is nothing but a failure and I’m here to clean up his mess.” “Damn you.” She wanted to scream but her words came out as a soft cry instead, when she grabbed a paper weight and hurled it at him. He dodged it impeccably. Those eyes gazed upon her again—calculating, wicked, somewhat calm and ravaging at the same time. He grabbed a cigar from his pocket, a lighter followed suit seconds later. “Mourn your loss, prepare whatever you can. I’ll see you at the chapel sister-in-law.”

“I told you—I want a child. I’ve waited three years, Alisa but still nothing.” I stared at him in disbelief. “So, you turned to my sister? You told that you’d wait, we talked about this, right?” Mother scoffed. “You failed as a wife and yet you dare question him?” My chest felt tight, like my lungs were collapsing. “Is it true?” I asked, voice barely a whisper. “Is Naomi really pregnant… and you're the father?” The front door creaked open again and there she was. Naomi Verene. My half-sister. The golden child. Dressed in ivory, glowing, radiant, one hand resting on her stomach like some gentle Madonna.

I turned, already bracing myself. “What kind of a wife,” she continued, her voice dripping in that same judgmental manner, “leaves her husband to cook dinner? Ignores the fact that her mother-in-law is coming over? And then has the audacity to stroll in at this hour like nothing had happened? What kind of a wife does that?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Look Sophia, I’m sorry I missed dinner. I had an exceptionally long day at work today, our meetings ran late, and I had to work overtime that’s why I’m just getting home now.”