My Sister Stabbed Me in the Back When I Was Seven Months Pregnant

My younger sister was in a bad mood and went drinking at a bar, only to be dragged into a room by a few men. Not long after, she ended up pregnant.

My husband, to protect her, actually suggested divorcing me so he could marry her instead.

"Brooke only went to that bar because of me. I can't let people talk about her. Don't worry—once the baby is born and the paperwork is done, we'll remarry."

I refused, but he heartlessly abandoned me, seven months pregnant, on the side of the highway. With my swollen belly, I walked for over an hour before finally making it off the road. There, I found my husband and my sister standing together, mocking me in my miserable state.

"You wouldn't even help your own sister. Serves you right to suffer like this."

"Noelle, don't be angry. I'm about to give birth, and Jensen only did it 'cause he was only worried about me."

At that moment, I finally gave up completely. "Fine. Let's get divorced."

What's Family For?

At the sight of my sister Brooke Zavala smirking smugly by the side, all I felt was an overwhelming exhaustion.

I had known for a while that Brooke wouldn't back down so easily. And Jensen Cruz—he still chose the girl he had spoiled without condition all these years, abandoning me in the end.

Maybe my heart had been broken too many times, because by now, the pain didn't cut as sharply. I could even hold onto Jensen's arm and say calmly, "Let's not drag this out. Let's go get the divorce papers right now."

Brooke hurried after us, putting on a pitiful show with tears brimming in her eyes. "Noelle, thank you for lending Jensen to me. Don't worry, once I have the baby, I'll give him back to you."

The moment Jensen saw Brooke's red-rimmed eyes, his heart softened. He slipped an arm around her shoulder and comforted her gently. "Noelle is your sister. It's only right that she helps you. You don't need to thank her."

"Thank you, Jensen. Without you, I really don't know what I'd do…" Brooke buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed harder, and watching them only filled me with despair.

Even though Brooke and I were biological sisters, I had grown up in the countryside with our grandparents. She, on the other hand, had stayed with our parents, growing up alongside Jensen like childhood sweethearts.

Later, I was brought back to live with our parents and eventually started dating Jensen. Brooke became his personal assistant after she graduated from college.

"Brooke is our sister. It's only right that we look after her."

That had been my thought too, so at first, nothing seemed wrong. But over time, I realized Jensen treated Brooke with even more indulgence than he did me.

At work, everyone else called him Mr. Cruz, but only Brooke called him "Jensen." When she messed up and lost an important contract, drawing the client's fury,