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