Page 3 of My sister and my husband used to be fuck buddies

I leaned against the cold wall, my hands and feet numb with cold, tears dropping onto the floor with dull thuds.

Not only did he always keep a place for her in his heart, but he could easily hand over everything we'd built together to her without a second thought.

The next morning, I walked out of the bedroom, my steps unsteady after a sleepless night.

In the dining room, Kayla was already sitting there, sipping milk in small, delicate sips.

She looked up and smiled at me, her fingers casually brushing against her neck.

A delicate diamond necklace sparkled blindingly in the morning light.

My breath caught.

I'd seen that necklace before.

It matched the bracelet Edwin had saved three months' salary to buy three Christmases ago.

Back then, he'd held me close and said, "Juliet, when we have money someday, I'll get you the entire 'One Love' set."

Kayla's voice was sickeningly sweet as her fingers caressed the necklace: "Do you think this necklace is pretty? Edwin said it's called 'One Love.' He said it was a special welcome-home gift he prepared just for me, and insisted I try it on first thing this morning."

She tilted her head, her smile both innocent and smug: "It seems to match the bracelet you're wearing? What a coincidence! Edwin is so thoughtful, getting us matching sister pieces!"

My stomach churned violently, sharp pain stabbing through my lower abdomen as darkness clouded my vision.

Warm liquid quickly soaked through my nightgown, sticky and cold.

Looking down, I saw shocking red slowly spreading.

Cold sweat instantly drenched my entire body. I trembled all over, using every ounce of strength to grab Edwin as he happened to walk by: "My stomach hurts so much..."

Edwin looked down at me, his eyes showing not a trace of concern, only heavy impatience and suspicion.

He roughly shook off my hand and snapped harshly: "Kayla just started feeling better, and now you're faking illness again? Is this really necessary? I've given you so much jewelry, but you just have to be jealous of that one necklace?"

"I will always believe in you and protect you forever." His choked promise from when he proposed still seemed to echo in my ears, but now it cut through me like the sharpest blade, leaving me completely torn apart.

The light in my eyes dimmed bit by bit.

Maybe my complexion was truly awful, maybe I'd lost too much blood.

Edwin froze for a moment, his anger subsiding slightly, his brow furrowing as if he wanted to bend down and help me.

Just then, Kayla moaned and covered her forehead, swaying as if about to collapse: "Edwin, I'm dizzy."

Edwin's choice was almost instinctive.

He turned around and caught her in his arms, his voice urgent with worry: "What's wrong?"

Kayla leaned against him, weakly pointing toward the kitchen counter.

There, somehow, sat what looked like a small blood pack, now torn open with red liquid dripping steadily out.

"I was just trying to get some water for Juliet when I accidentally saw..." She gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face, "Is she still angry with me? So she deliberately..."

She clutched Edwin's sleeve tightly, sobbing: "It's all my fault, Edwin. Don't worry about me, go check on Juliet! She must be so upset that she'd do something like this to make you feel sorry for her. I'm fine, really fine."

Edwin's expression instantly darkened, fury completely drowning out his last shred of doubt.

He whirled around and roared at me, his eyes cold and disgusted: "Do you really have to cause trouble at a time like this? If anything happens to Kayla, I'll never forgive you!"

He remembered how resilient I'd been when I stayed up three straight nights with him working on projects, convinced I could never be as fragile as Kayla, who was "weak from her miscarriage."

He scooped Kayla up in his arms and, without even glancing at me curled up on the floor bleeding profusely, strode out the door.

The car door slammed shut, and the engine noise quickly faded away.

The world fell completely silent.

My heart went completely cold.

With my last ounce of strength, I reached for my phone that had fallen beside me and dialed 911 with trembling fingers.

When I woke up, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils.

My body felt completely drained, cold and aching.

Instinctively, I touched my abdomen. The flatness there made my heart race with panic.

A nurse walked in, her tone carrying professional sympathy: "Ma'am, you're awake. I'm sorry, but we couldn't save the baby. Please accept our condolences and take care of yourself."

I thought: "Condolences? My child quietly slipped away while being abandoned by his father, while I bled and struggled alone."

The anesthesia was wearing off, and both my wound and heart throbbed with sharp pain.

I picked up my phone. The screen was blindingly clean.

No missed calls from Edwin, no anxious messages or hollow explanations.

Nothing at all.

In the deathly silence, memories flooded back like a tide, completely drowning me.

He once waited for me after work in the rain, clumsily holding an umbrella, getting half his body soaked in the process.

He stayed up all night making me a birthday cake, flour smudged on his face, grinning like a fool.

He knelt on one knee to propose, his hands trembling as he pulled out the ring: "Marry me. I'll spend my whole life being good to you."

All those warm, shining memories eventually crystallized into his twisted face as he held Kayla and screamed at me.

Maybe Kayla was rightI was nothing more than his tool for spite, an emotional substitute.

My heart had died, leaving me strangely calm.

I called my secretary and coldly signed the resignation and share transfer documents she had prepared the night before.

Then I dialed lawyer William Porter: "Mr. Porter, please bring that divorce agreement I consulted you about last night. Yes, right now. The maternity ward at the hospital."

William arrived quickly.

I took the thick stack of documents, flipped to the last page, and signed my name without hesitation.

The pen tip tore through the paper, completely severing everything between us.

Shortly after I left, the hospital room door was violently pushed open.

Edwin had finally arrived.

His hair was disheveled, his face showing traces of lingering irritation: "The nurse just called saying something happened to you? Stop being so dramatic all the time."

His words cut off abruptly.

His gaze swept across the empty hospital bed, finally settling on the nightstand.

There lay a document, quietly waiting.

"Divorce Agreement" was written at the top.

Beside it was a post-abortion care instruction sheet.

My wedding ring, which I had never removed, lay on top of the divorce agreement.

A corner of a note peeked out from under the ring.

He stiffly pulled it out.

There was only one line, written with the last of my strength:

[Edwin, your obsession killed our child.]