My Sister-in-law Wants My Husband

On our wedding night, my husband Grayson's sister-in-law, Scarlette, stumbled drunkenly into our bridal suite and threw her arms around him, refusing to let go.

"Kayla, my husband died young, and I really just want a child. Please, lend him to me for one night," she cried through her tears, shoving a toy into my hand. "I promise I'll return him tomorrow. And if you get lonely… you can use this to comfort yourself."

I stood there, dumbfounded, my gaze shifting in confusion to Grayson, who was already helping Scarlette steady herself. "You're really going to sleep with her?"

He avoided my eyes, his tone strangely urgent. "Don't overthink it. She's drunk and talking nonsense. I'll take her back to her room to rest."

As he started to leave with her, I stepped in front of them, blocking their way. "Grayson, it's our wedding night tonight. Are you seriously going to walk out with her?"

His expression darkened as he pushed me aside. "You're my wife now—try to be more sensible. Don't get jealous over something so trivial." Then, carefully, he guided her out of the room.

I wanted to run after him and stop them, but when I saw the deep concern in his eyes as he looked at her, the truth finally hit me. The love this man had for me was no longer mine alone.

And if that was the case, why should I cling to a marriage that had already soured? I might as well walk away with my head held high.

The Wedding Night

With a look of utter disgust, I tossed the toy straight into the trash, seething with anger. "Grayson and I are husband and wife. Are you trying to curse our sex life by giving me this ridiculous thing?"

Scarlette quickly shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she stammered innocently, "No, Kayla, that's not what I meant. I was just trying to be kind."

I snorted dismissively. "Kind? Please. Anyone watching would think I'm so starved for love that I need a toy like this to satisfy myself. Let's be real—you're the one feeling lonely and desperate, so you're looking for a man to fill that void."

My words made Grayson's expression grim. "Kayla, enough! Don't talk nonsense!" he snapped, his voice sharp with anger. Then, in a tone that brooked no argument, he ordered, "Apologize to Scarlette."

I stared at him, incredulous. "And why exactly should I?"

His face darkened further, his tone turning icy. "Scarlette was drunk and said things she didn't mean. Why do you have to make a big deal out of everything? If you don't like what she gave you, you could've just returned it. Throwing it away is disrespectful. You're being petty, Kayla."

I almost laughed from sheer disbelief. I was his wife, yet every word out of his mouth was in defense of Scarlette. Whenever I tried to warn him to keep some distance, he would brush me off and call me