I Hate My Sisters Husband 소설 & 이야기

"Your oldest brother is two years younger than you and he will be taking over for me one day and your next brother is a year younger than him and will be his right-hand man and your sister is only ten. She was a surprise, but I know that she would love to meet you. She needs more women in her life." "I don't know. I can barely breathe right now. I'm so mad at everyone. I want to hate my husband. I tell him every day that I do but I don't. I need someone to blame, and he and mom are the easiest people to blame. They lied to me and kept huge secrets from me."

She wrapped her arms around Henry's neck. "By the way, my love, what do you plan to do with my sister after you take over? She loves you so much, don't push her into a corner." Henry responded, "I haven't thought about it." "Well, even though my sister has always been plotting against me and has never shown me any kindness, our love was so strong partly due to her constant meddling. Given that, please spare her a way out." Henry scoffed, "You're too kind. Can that evil bitch really be worthy of it?!"

This isn't me, I am not some stickler that cries when hurt, I am not the sort of person that sits down and brawl my eyes out when I'm hurt I have suffered, my stepmother and sister killed my soul every moment as I grew up, and my husband hated me so much that he cheated on me with my sister. How could it get even worse? And yet, I am sitting on the bed with a wrenching heart that doesn't want to stop beating in pains

“You don't have to be ashamed, we're married. My sister's just jealous. You know, single..I love you, wife.” “I love you too, hubby…” ********

“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.

“Then let’s find you a wife. You own a strip club, for heaven’s sake. There are more women here than you could count.” “That would be an obvious farce,” I told her. She didn’t know the terms but she quickly caught on. “Heston has a sister…” “No.” She crossed her arms impatiently. “Then what the fuck do you want?” Anything but for Heston to gain leverage over me. He would have a field day poking fun at my predicament, then I would have to walk on eggshells around his sister for however long our marriage needed to last. I couldn’t tell Siren that. She would make it her mission to tell Heston everything she knew.

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

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.