He Chose His Sister Over Our Daughter

Serena’s POV

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband’s precious and pampered foster sister kidnapped my son—just to force me to leave him.

When the video call connected, I saw with my own eyes Clarissa Whitmore yanking my little boy’s hair and shoving her head into the water over and over again.

By the time I arrived, my son’s face was already blue. He already fell into a coma.

That day, I promised my son, “I’ll make sure you get justice. This time, Clarissa has gone too far!”

I tried to file for divorce. But Adrian had rushed to the airport, stopped my plane, and dragged me back home. Since then, he had stopped tolerating Clarissa. Time and again, he had taken my side instead.

Thinking he had truly changed, I took the recorded video as evidence and headed for the courthouse to press charges against Clarissa.

But halfway there, Adrian suddenly sped up from behind and slammed my car into the guardrail.

“Clarissa was just fooling around. I’ve already scolded her. There’s no need to take this to court,” he said. “She’s the sister I personally raised. Her life cannot have a single stain. Do you understand?”

He cradled my bleeding head against his chest… only to snatch my phone—where I had stored all my evidence—and smashed it to pieces!

That was when I realized—Adrian had never changed. In his heart, that woman who shared no blood with him was still his only true family.

This time, I would leave him for good. I swear, I would never look back!

As for Clarissa, she needs to be held accountable for the crimes she committed. On the day Adrian and I divorce, I will reveal everything about Clarissa, prosecute her, and send her to jail!

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When I woke, my head throbbed in waves of pain.

Before I could recall what had happened, I saw Adrian sitting at my bedside, his head lowered as he carefully dabbed some ointment onto my wound.

For a moment, it felt as if I had returned to the years when he had shielded me from the world and loved me as if I were the only one who mattered.

But in the next instant, memories came crashing down in my head.

My son. Clarissa. The car crash!

I jerked up, trying to push him away. But the movement pulled at my stitches, and a sharp gasp tore from my lips.

Adrian caught my hands and held me down, his voice low and coaxing. “Don’t move. You just had surgery. Don’t be stubborn. Listen to me—there’s no need to go to court.”

My voice was hoarse, my teeth clenched as I forced out every word.

“Absolutely not. I will sue Clarissa! He has to pay for what he did to our child!”

“Adrian, our son isn’t even five years old! He’s our flesh and blood! And Clarissa—he’s not related to you by blood. Why do you always protect him?”

His eyes darkened, his expression unreadable.

“I know you’re angry right now, but I’ve already punished Clarissa severely. Look, she’s the sister I raised. I can’t let her carry out a crime like this for the rest of her life.”

“We can always try to have another child,” he added, his voice low.

“W-What did you just say?” I stared at him in disbelief. He spoke of our son’s life as if he were no different from a stray dog on the street.

“I saw it with my own eyes—your dear foster sister gripped our son’s hair and forced his under the water again and again. Ethan’s fighting for his life, and instead of saving him, you’re talking about replacing his with another child? He is my own flesh and blood! I carried his for ten long months! He is our son, not some commodity you can trade away!”

“Don’t say it like that…” Adrian’s tone softened, almost like he was trying to soothe me. “If we have another child, he could inherit the family company and stay by your side for the rest of your life. Wouldn’t that be enough?”

A roaring filled my ears. I could hardly hear the rest of what he said.

“If I’d known you were like this,” I gritted out, “I should have divorced you six months ago.”

The moment the word “divorce” left my lips, his face turned cold. Whatever gentleness was in his eyes vanished without a trace.

He pressed down on my arm, stopping me from pushing him away.

His voice was lower now and harder. “Serena, even when you’re upset, there’s a limit.”

From his pocket, he pulled out his phone, opened the photos app, and swiped to a set of pictures. He held them up for me to see.

In the photos was my brother, dining with several business partners, smiling faintly, tipsy, completely unaware someone had set their sights on him.

“If you insist on suing Clarissa,” Adrian warned calmly, “then I’ll have no choice but to slip something into your brother’s drink.”

The blood in my body surged straight to my head. My chest heaved violently as I snapped, “Adrian, are you insane?!”

His expression remained calm, almost gentle. “Serena, as long as you cooperate, nothing will happen. Listen to me—children aren’t something we’re short on, right?”

I was shaking all over.

Mason, my brother—he was the one who had once fought side by side with Adrian to build his family’s company.

Seven years ago, when Adrian had just inherited the Whitmore Industries and the company was on the verge of bankruptcy, it was Mason who used our family’s network to stabilize his position, one step at a time.

Later, when I was kidnapped, Mason charged into the hideout alone and carried me out. I’d clung to him in tears that day, believing this man—Adrian—was worth my whole heart.

When we dated, he showered me with love, indulging in grand and romantic gestures. I’d truly believed he was a man of loyalty.

And yet now, for Clarissa’s sake, he had rammed my car, stopped me from going to court, and threatened my brother’s life—without a shred of shame.

Tears stung my eyes, spilling over with the heat of my rage. “Adrian, you ungrateful, treacherous coward!”

He only sighed, taking my hand as if to calm me. “Serena, I love you. I respect your brother. But Clarissa… She’s the only family I have left.”

He tried to reassure me. “She’s been locked up for days now. She knows she was wrong. This time, it’s real—she won’t do it again.”

Real?

I didn’t believe a word.

It would be the same as always—barely a slap on the wrist.

I thought of all the times over the years Clarissa had tried to destroy my life.

She had threatened to take her own life to make Adrian cancel our dates.

When I was pregnant, she rammed my belly, trying to make me miscarry.

The day I went into labor, she locked herself in a bathtub and slit her wrists, forcing him to leave me at the hospital…

Every time, Adrian’s excuse was the same.

“Clarissa is just immature. She has no parents. I’m the only family she has left, so she acts a little too far. I’ll teach her properly.”

But she never saw him as just a brother. What kind of sister would even drug herself and try to get into his bed?!

A month ago, I’d finally had enough. I’d taken our son and headed for the airport, determined to fly abroad. But before the plane could take off, Adrian had rushed in to stop the flight.

His eyes were red as he knelt at the boarding gate, begging me to come home.

I had thought… maybe he truly would change. I had remembered all his kindness from years past and, foolishly, I’d relented.

And now?

For Clarissa, he had rammed my car. He had forbidden me from pressing charges. He had threatened my brother—and he acted like he was in the right.

I stared at those photos, and the world before my eyes became a bottomless abyss.

My son lay in the ICU, his fate uncertain. I could not risk losing my brother, too.

It felt as if something tore open inside my chest. My lips trembled. My tears fell in torrents.

“Fine. I won’t sue her.”

Adrian’s eyes softened, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Of course. I knew you were the most understanding, Serena,” he said. “When the time comes, we’ll make up for our wedding anniversary with a big celebration, alright?”

He spoke with deep emotion, his gaze burning, as if he truly held me at the very center of his heart.

But my own heart felt nothing—only an icy chill.

I promised Adrian not to prosecute only to protect my family and my son in the short term.

In Adrian's heart, that woman who shared no blood with him was still his only true family.

This time, I would leave him for good.

As for Clarissa, she needs to be held accountable for the crimes she committed.

At that moment, I called my best lawyer friend without hesitation: "Honey, I want to file for divorce, and at the same time, I'm suing the person who hurt my son again!"

My lawyer friend, knowing everything I was going through, replied: "One week, just one week, and your divorce agreement will be ready."

"As for suing Clarissa, you need to prepare all the evidence again, and we'll send his to jail all at once!"

My voice choked, but I was incredibly firm: "Understood."

In one week, just one week, I could personally avenge my son and my brother!