Turns Out His Sickly "Sister" Is His Ex

When I get married to Zachary Lennor, I know that he has a younger, depressed sister who's a huge pain in the ass.

On our wedding night, she suddenly barges into our room with the excuse that she's terrified of the dark. That's why she wants Zachary to sleep with her.

When I get hospitalized due to my illness and need Zachary to take care of me, his sister insists that he go home to eat all three meals with her every day. Otherwise, she'll go on a hunger strike.

Even when Zachary and I are on a date, his sister will call him immediately, claiming that her depression is acting up. If he doesn't go home right away, she will jump off a building without hesitation.

Unable to take it anymore, I unleash my anger on Zachary's sister.

But Zachary is quick to shield her from my ire. With an icy expression, he tells me, "I only have one sister, whereas I can always get myself another wife. If you can't stomach her presence at all, we'll get a divorce right now."

I keep tossing and turning in bed at night, unable to sleep at all. That's when I decide to get out of bed just so I can apologize to Zachary and his sister.

As soon as I walk to the doorway, I hear a familiar voice whining from the master suite, where Zachary stays.

"Zach, since Samantha got so mad at me today, does this mean she's found out that I'm not your actual sister at all, but your ex-wife?"

Zachary pauses momentarily before saying reassuringly, "Even if she does, it's fine. Although I do love her, I've already vowed to stay with you forever the day I married you.

"So, even though we're already divorced, I will still keep my word. I won't let you go."

At that moment, I finally realize that Zachary's so-called younger sister is just a fake identity. Her depression is also a big fat lie.

I'm the only one who's been kept in the dark about everything in this performance.

In that case, I'm not going to humor these jerks anymore.

Zachary Lennor, my husband, was walking toward me with some freshly washed cherries when I brought up my intention to divorce.

His expression swiftly changed, and his hand holding the bowl of cherries jerked slightly.

"Divorce? Why do you suddenly want to divorce? Sammy, what happened yesterday was just something I said in the heat of the moment. You shouldn't have been so harsh toward Vivi."

I stared at the man before me, at the person I had been married to for the past three years.

Truthfully, I couldn't deny that he was a thoughtful and considerate husband—as long as Vivian Sinclair wasn't involved.

He remembered my preferences and would take responsibility for all household chores. Even when cherries were at their most expensive, he would still buy a huge box without any hesitation, wash them clean, and bring them to me.

It was precisely because of how good he was to me that I married him despite knowing that he was a divorcee and had a so-called adopted younger sister with depression whom he needed to take care of.

Only now did I realize that his gentleness toward me would always come second to the way he treated Vivian, the younger sister who turned out to be a fake all along.

Like a fool, I had been completely oblivious that my husband and his ex-wife were staying under the same roof and had been putting on an act for me all this time.

At that thought, I felt as if a heavy weight were crushing my chest.

When I spoke again, there was newfound resolve in my voice.

"Zachary Lennor, I want a divorce. You can spend the rest of your life with your dear sister."

In contrast to the arrogance she showed yesterday, today, Vivian put on a woefully aggrieved look as she timidly hid away in Zachary's arms.

Zachary immediately pulled her behind him and took a protective stance in front of her. Gone was his earlier apologetic tone. Instead, his voice was laced with accusation as he demanded, "Samantha Linden, when did you learn to use divorce as a threat? Can't you show a little more consideration for a sick person like Vivian?"

For the past three years, it had always been the same. Even though I clearly hadn't gone overboard, Zachary would always jump to conclusions and assume that I was deliberately making things difficult for Vivian.

I let out a chilly laugh.

"A sick person? Zachary, take a good, hard look at her. Does she look anything like a sick person? Someone with real depression hides themselves away so that they can be sad in secret. They don't make a huge show about it or constantly get between a married couple like she does to us!"

Furrowing his brow, Zachary snapped back impatiently, "What do you know? Vivian's depression has always been different from the norm. She's timid by nature and can only rely on me. Can't you be a little more understanding of her?"

When I heard that, my tone noticeably cooled further.

"I've been understanding of her for the past three years! She barges into our room in the middle of the night and pretends to be sick so that she can hog you to herself.

"When have I ever held it against her? You're the one who's always blindly siding with her without getting to know the truth! You always defend her and act as if I'm the one being unreasonable!"