Page 1 of My sister and my husband used to be fuck buddies

I, Juliet Collins, was hosting a welcome-back party with my husband Edwin Weaver for my sister Kayla Collins, who had just returned from abroad.

When someone asked about her biggest regret in life, she held her empty wine glass, gazing at Edwin with unfocused eyes. "Probably not having the courage to keep Edwin's baby back then."

The room erupted in whispers among our relatives and friends.

I instinctively clutched the pregnancy test results I was about to pull from my pocket, my lower abdomen aching from the emotional turmoil.

Kayla seemed to snap back to reality, covering her mouth with a light laugh. "I'm just kidding! Edwin and I were just friends for a while.

"Juliet, don't take it to heart. You're the one who married him, and you're the one he truly loves."

All eyes turned to Edwin and me.

But he immediately looked toward Kayla, his gaze momentarily dazed, revealing a hint of tenderness. He completely failed to notice my pale face and trembling hands.

Kayla seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere, slowly sipping her wine with an intimate tone. "Speaking of which, Edwin used to have such a terrible temper. I gradually trained him into the considerate man he is today.

"Now it's perfectmy beloved sister gets to enjoy the benefits."

She winked, her tone teasing. "Juliet, does he still pester you for intimacy during your period?

"He doesn't force you to do those weird things anymore, does he?"

Edwin remained silent, not denying itessentially confirming her words.

He smiled helplessly and cut a piece of steak, placing it on Kayla's plate. "Just eat properly. Since you're my sister now, be good and take care of yourself."

He completely ignored my embarrassment.

The suffocating atmosphere around us didn't ease despite his gesture.

Kayla's friend nearby seemed completely unaware, casually chiming in, "Yeah, Kayla, you're just too picky with food, only eating what Edwin cooks.

"Back then, when he went on that business trip and you got upset, you wouldn't eat properly. That's why your health deteriorated and you miscarried."

I stared blankly at the food on the table, my mind going completely blank.

So Edwin's cooking skills existed because of her.

After three years of marriage, if Kayla hadn't returned, I wouldn't have even known Edwin could cook.

Kayla studied me unhurriedly for a moment, then suddenly spoke with feigned innocence in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, everyone. It's been three years since we last met, and I've had too much to drink. I've been speaking carelessly.

"Let me go wash my face and sober up."

She stood up unsteadily, accidentally knocking over her red wine, staining her dress.

Edwin immediately stood up, his movements practiced. "I'll take you to your old room to change."

I endured the pain in my abdomen and stood up. "Let me help."

But Edwin frowned and pushed my hand away. "Don't interfere. Kayla doesn't like others touching her things."

My hand froze in mid-air.

I remembered how after our marriage, when I wanted to replace the old curtains in the guest room, Edwin had irritably refused. "Didn't Kayla say this color looked nice?"

This house was filled with traces of another woman everywhere.

They went into the guest room.

Before long, Kayla emerged.

She wore Edwin's old shirtoversized, yet making her appear even more delicate.

She deliberately rolled up the sleeves, revealing a conspicuous men's watch on her wrist.

It was Edwin's usual watch, and also the anniversary gift I'd given him a week after our wedding.

She shook her wrist and smiled at me. "Edwin's watch looks pretty good. I'm just borrowing it to match this outfit. Juliet, you don't mind, do you?"

Edwin looked at her, a smile actually appearing at the corners of his mouth. He turned to me and said, "Yeah, it does look good on her."

At that moment, the sharp pain in my lower abdomen suddenly intensified.

I dug my nails deep into my palms, forcibly swallowing the moan that almost escaped my lips.

Watching their effortless intimacy as if no one else existed, the knife in my heart finally twisted to its deepest point.

I slowly sat back down, quietly crumpling the pregnancy test results in my pocket into a ball.

Taking a deep breath, a cold glint flashed in my eyes as I made up my mind.

Tonight, I had to set things straight with Edwin.