Book7–Chapter 1
Three years ago, my sister Megan Schultz and I secretly tied the knot with the Sampson brothers.
I married Felix Sampson, and she married his younger brother, Leonel Sampson.
Our dying mom traveled for three days in a cramped train seat just to make it to our wedding.
I knelt outside the Sampson’s house for two days without a bite, and Felix finally agreed to play along with our little charade.
However, when it was time for our wedding, he was nowhere in sight.
Neither was Leonel.
Mom got so stressed that she fainted on the spot, and Megan cradled her, breaking down in tears.
Shaking like a leaf, I called Felix, but he hung up on me three times before picking up.
Hearing my frantic voice, he snapped, “Stop using your mom as an excuse every time. I said I’d
marry you, and I would keep my word. Julianna cut her hand, so I gotta take her to the hospital! It’s your fault she’s hurt anyway! Can you stop causing drama at a time like this?”
Before I could get a word in, he hung up and blocked me.
Megan tried reaching out to Leonel, pleading for him to come to the wedding.
But all she got was a verbal smackdown. “Haven’t you heard of ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf‘? Why does your mom always have a crisis whenever Julianna’s in trouble? I’m tired of your act! I’ve got hospital bills to pay; stop wasting my time!”
As the call ended, Mom took her last breath in Megan’s arms.
Our wedding turned into Mom’s funeral.
Megan and I held Mom’s funeral and told Felix and Leonel that we wanted a divorce.
. However, they waltzed back into our home with Julianna Fitzgerald.
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By the time we buried our mom, night had fallen.
Megan and I finally had a moment to help each other out of our cheap rented wedding dresses.
Ten hours had passed since we sent those divorce messages, but Felix and Leonel didn’t reply at all.
This wasn’t their first time ditching us for Julianna.
What blew my mind was that even when it came to divorce, we still played second fiddle to their beloved.
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In those three years of marriage, whenever it was just me and Felix or Megan and Leonel alone together, Julianna always seemed to have some “accident,” either a leaky pipe or the gas stove not lighting up.
Minor issues became major crises if they happened to Julianna as far as Felix and Leonel were concerned.
Megan came crying for help countless times.
At first, I tried to throw a tantrum, but reality soon showed me that our roles were set from day one of this secret marriage.
After Megan and I packed our bags along with Mom’s old clothes and prepared to leave, our husbands finally showed up.
Julianna obediently followed behind them, waiting for them to fetch her slippers.
They stopped their smiles when they saw Megan and me.
Felix’s impatience surged in his eyes, and he coldly asked, “Where are you going? Why are you making a fuss this time? Haven’t I already explained today’s matter to you?”
He stared at my tired and bloodshot eyes with indifference.
Then he added, his voice getting increasingly impatient. “Come on. This wedding was just for show, and it just so happened that Julianna got injured. What can I do? We’ll hold it again next time.
“Besides, if it wasn’t for your mother coming over, Julianna wouldn’t have even thought about making medicinal food for her, let alone cut her hand! I didn’t hold it against you, so why are you still making a fuss? That’s enough!”
Megan held my hand tighter and tighter, with a slight trembling.
Leonel, on the other hand, didn’t even bother to explain. He bent down to help Julianna put on her slippers and even kindly helped her change them.
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