Romans & histoires Sisters Husband

, “What? No—you don’t have to. My father still is unaware of what happened my mother has asked me not to come. So its better if we don't —” “I don’t think I need advice,” he said coolly, stepping further into the kitchen, “from someone whose sister betrayed me.” His voice cut like glass. “And don’t think you’re some saint, Layla. Does your boyfriend know you married me? You did the same to him that your sister did to me.” The air froze between us. My lips parted, but no words came. Xavier’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—anger, maybe disappointment—before he turned away. “So go get dressed.”

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.

I said chuckling. “Doesn't that make you the second wife after your sister?” The pedicurist managing my nails said, envy was very obvious in each word she spat, she looked up at me, “I did hear he was married to your sister first. I wonder why he would want to marry from the same family, don't you think?” She said nudging the other pedicurist. I knew people would be talking, that's why I didn't want to go public with our relationship yet. I wanted to be anonymously married to Aldric but Aldric and his family don't care about people's opinions, but I guess I do.

"I didn't lie to you when you asked me this question the first time and I gave you an answer, Noah. So I don't know why you're asking again, but I'm going to answer anyway. Hopefully this time it sticks." I set the jar down with a soft clink, folding my arms as I leaned back in the chair. "I'm not happy in this marriage. I want more, but unfortunately, you don’t give me that anymore. So why should I settle for less when I can have so much more? Why should I be stuck in a marriage that doesn't guarantee my happiness anymore? Why should I be stuck with a husband that doesn't even remember the last time he had genuine fun with the woman he claims is his wife? Why should I keep up with this marr

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

I don't know, but it feels like my husband faked his own death. "Maybe to get away from me," I thought but couldn't tell why. " Was I such a bad wife?" "Did my husband desire my sister so much that he faked his death? But how could she agree to all of this? We are twins for goodness sake. We are sisters." At the brink of madness, I massaged my head. I need to stay calm and think clearly. But how do I do that when the husband I buried is right outside, with my sister in his arms.

Once word got out about the divorce filing, the whole of Sicily's inner circle lit up. The Hartley heir filing for divorce, the Calloway daughter shown the door: that kind of story traveled fast in any world. Within three days it had made the rounds of every dock, every street corner, every card table.

But the luckily the woman by the man’s side piped up loudly. “What kind of father brings siblings out like that? That’s the whole family. They are obviously a couple with their child!” “No way! That girl looks too young!” “What do you know? It’s just that the husband is much taller than the wife. Look at the way he is staring at her. That’s not the look you give a daughter. That’s a husband’s gaze!” Behind my glasses, I blushed furiously.

“Yes, she is. Turns out her dick of a husband is actually getting married to his stepsister and making her his second wife, as you said. But something happens.” “What?” He asked. “She wants me to be her boyfriend. It's a kind of move to make Caspian jealous and come back to her and all. And then her husband met us in the bathroom, we talked and all. He literally kissed his ugly duckling of a sister in her presence. Like she was literally bawling her eyes out. And then she passed out.” Luca laughed. “Passed out how?”

1 The charity gala ended early, and all I wanted was to surprise Ethan before he plunged back into his work. Holding the spare key in my trembling hand, I unlocked the bedroom door quietly, expecting to find him hunched over his laptop. Instead, the scene before me shattered my entire world. My husband was on our bed with another woman. Shock pinned me to the doorway. Neither of them noticed me until the woman opened her eyes. Sienna. His secretary—the woman who bore a striking resemblance to his first love. The same woman he had repeatedly accused me of being paranoid about.