I pushed the bedroom door open and found my husband, Ethan Carter, driving his cock deep into my younger sister.
The wet, slapping sounds of his hips hitting Sophia’s bare thighs echoed through our master suite, drowning out the squeak of the hinges. The room smelled of sweat and sex. Ethan gripped Sophia’s waist, his fingers digging into her pale skin as he fucked her right on my side of the mattress.
"Fuck, Sophia, you are so fucking wet," Ethan groaned. He thrust harder, his balls slapping against her ass.
"Give it to me, Ethan! Fuck me harder!" she squealed. Her fingernails scratched down his sweaty back, leaving angry red lines. "Fill me up!"
They didn't even hear me walk in. They were too busy tearing my silk sheets apart.
I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms. "Sorry to interrupt your fucking session," I said, my voice cutting through their moans. "But I think I found two faces lying by the front door. I assume you dropped them on your way in."
Sophia shrieked. She scrambled backward, yanking the white duvet over her bare breasts.
Ethan froze. His cock slid out of my sister with a wet pop. He didn't even look ashamed. He just stared at me, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the mattress.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't be home tonight?" Ethan asked.
I let out a sharp laugh. "So, that's the first thing you say to your wife?"
"I finished my meetings early," I said, keeping my tone dangerously level. "I wanted to surprise my loving husband. But it looks like you beat me to the punch."
Ethan had the nerve to sigh, running a hand through his messy brown hair. "Catherine, you're always working. You're never here. What did you expect me to do? A man has needs. If you were actually a wife to me instead of a CEO, I wouldn't have to look elsewhere."
"So it's my fault you're balls-deep in my sister?" I asked.
He finally moved, grabbing a decorative pillow to cover his limp dick. "Catherine, wait. Don't blow this out of proportion. It was just a fucking impulse. I lost control."
"An impulse?" I pulled my phone from my pocket and chucked it at him. The device bounced off his knee and landed on the tangled sheets. "Your little fucking live stream just hit the top of the entertainment news."
Ethan stared at the phone as if it were a snake. "What?"
"The whole fucking world is talking about the Walker family's second daughter climbing into her sister's husband's bed," I said, stepping further into the room. "Is broadcasting your sex life an impulse too?"
Ethan snatched the phone, his eyes scanning the screen. The video was right there, playing on mute, showing his bare ass pumping into Sophia. "A live stream? What the fuck?" He whipped his head toward my sister. "You turned on a camera?"
Sophia didn't cower. She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, letting the duvet slip down just enough to show her cleavage. She lifted her chin, meeting my gaze.
"True love should be public, Ethan," Sophia said. She reached out, tracing a finger down his chest. "We might not be legally married, but our feelings are more real than anyone's. Let them see."
I waited for Ethan to explode. I expected him to scream at her, to panic about his reputation.
Instead, his panic faded. A smug smirk crept onto his face. He actually chuckled, wrapping a heavy arm around Sophia's bare shoulders.
"We'll handle it," Ethan said, looking back at me with complete indifference. "Honestly, Catherine, this might even boost Walker Group's stock. A little scandal always gets people talking. We can spin it. Say we were already separated."
"My company?" I stopped at the foot of the bed. "This is the Walker family's company. If it goes under, will your little mistress eat dirt? Because I won't be paying her credit card bills anymore."
"Don't call me a mistress!" Sophia snapped. "Ethan loves me. He only married you for the business! We've been doing this for six months, Catherine. In this bed. On your expensive Italian sofa. Even in the back of your matte-black Porsche. Ethan doesn't want a boss. He wants a real woman. Someone who knows how to please him."
"Is that what you call it?" I asked. "Spreading your legs for a married man makes you a real woman?"
Sophia sneered. "It makes me the woman he actually wants to fuck."
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed against the mattress. The screen lit up with my mother's name: Evelyn Walker.
Ethan picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, and handed it to me. "Better answer that. Evelyn hates waiting."
I snatched the phone, hit accept, and put it on speaker.
"Catherine Walker!" my mother's voice shrieked through the tiny speaker, loud enough to make Ethan wince. "What is wrong with you? The media is having a field day! Why haven't you shut this down? You are destroying this family's reputation!"
I stared at the two naked bodies in my bed. "Me? I should handle the PR? Mother, did you miss the part where my husband is fucking my sister on the internet? Should I draft a public apology to them for interrupting?"
"Men make mistakes!" Evelyn yelled. "Ethan is a man with needs. And he and Sophia truly love each other. You are the older sister, Catherine. You should give way to your sister. Don't be so selfish."
I gripped the edges of the phone. "Selfish?"
"Your father built Walker Group from the ground up!" Evelyn barked. "He would be disgusted to see you letting a petty bedroom squabble tank the shares. Ethan is a good man. He brings in the Carter family investments. You cannot afford to lose him."
"He's fucking my sister, Mother. In my bed."
"And whose fault is that?" Evelyn shot back. "You intimidate him. You emasculate him. Sophia makes him feel like a man. Just issue a statement saying it was a deepfake or a consensual arrangement. Do whatever it takes to protect the Walker name."
A cold numbness settled in my chest. I looked at Sophia, who wore a victorious smile, her hand sliding down to grip Ethan's thigh. I looked at Ethan, who was already reaching for his pants on the floor, assuming the argument was over.
They all thought I would just fold. They thought I would clean up their mess, like I always did. My heart completely died in my chest, leaving behind nothing but a hollow, freezing void.
"Fine," I said, my voice dead calm.
"Good," Evelyn huffed. "Call the lawyers immediately."
"No," I replied. "I mean fine, then we divorce."
I ended the call, cutting off my mother's gasp.
Ethan paused, one leg in his trousers. "Catherine, don't be dramatic. You can't divorce me. The pre-nup is ironclad, and the board will never allow a messy split right before the merger."
"Watch me." I pointed at the bed. "You can keep this rotten cucumber, Sophia. Take your time enjoying it."
I reached into my purse, pulled out the thick manila envelope I had picked up from the private investigator this morning, and dumped the glossy photos of Ethan's illegal offshore wire transfers all over the stained sheets.
