After Divorce, I Tore Apart My Scumbag Ex and His Sister

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It was just a routine surgery for gastroenteritis, so I was discharged from the hospital after a few days.

As I walked out of the hospital doors, Yaakov's car happened to be there to pick me up and take me home.

However, there was another woman sitting in the passenger seat.

She had fair and clean skin, with timid eyes that made her resemble a startled little rabbit.

"Wanda, this is Yana." Yaakov got out of the car and ran to my side, introducing her to me.

Yana, on the other hand, nervously gripped the car window and looked at me with apprehension.

"Yana, this is your sister-in-law."

She blinked her innocent eyes and cautiously said, "Hello."

I frowned slightly. Did the car accident affect her brain?

However, I still greeted her in a friendly manner, "Hello, Yana. Nice to meet you."

She pursed her lips, nodded, and retracted her head into the car.

"Please bear with her. She has been through a lot of trauma, so she might not react immediately." Yaakov interjected, trying to smooth things over.

I smiled and shook my head. I turned to look at him and asked, "I sit in the back seat?"

Before, I was the only one who could sit in Yaakov's passenger seat.

He was stunned for two seconds, then he apologized and explained. "Wanda, I'm sorry, Yana was afraid to sit in the back alone, so I let her take the front seat."

Seeing his troubled expression and feeling reluctant myself, I could only laugh it off and say, "Just kidding, she is more important."

After saying that, I opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

I sat silently in the back seat, watching their interactions as if I were an outsider.

Yana seemed excited, looking around and occasionally sticking her hand out of the window to feel the wind. However, Yaakov would quickly reach over and pull her hand back, lowering his voice to scold her. "You're already grown up, don't stick your hand out like that, it's dangerous."

Despite the seemingly stern lecture, I could sense a hint of indulgence in his tone.

Yana would playfully respond, "I know, Yaakov."

Her lively demeanor was completely different from the timid appearance earlier.

My intuition made me uneasy, but I didn't want to jump to the worst conclusions about people, especially considering she was Yaakov's sister.

When we got out of the car, Yaakov took a wheelchair from the trunk and then opened the passenger door.

He gently lifted Yana out, and only then did I realize that her legs were injured in the car accident, temporarily limiting her mobility.

Yaakov told all the servants to take good care of Yana but seemed to have forgotten about me, who had just been discharged too.

However, at that moment, our nanny Wendy quietly came over to me and softly asked, "Mrs. Quinn, are you feeling better?"

A warm feeling swept over me, and I nodded. "Much better."

"Then please go upstairs and rest. I've prepared nutritious soup for you, and I'll bring it up to you shortly."

Perhaps it was just my illusion, but in that moment, I felt like even a stranger cared more about me than my own husband.

After informing Yaakov, I turned and headed upstairs, while he remained busy attending to Yana's needs.

After a long time, he finally returned to our bedroom.

Although he came to check on my condition, he kept mentioning Yana. I suddenly interrupted him, pretending to smile teasingly. "How come I never realized you were so nagging before?"

He was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at me, there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

Then, he came over, held my hand, and whispered, "I think it's because there is no other girl in the world who makes me feel as reassured as you do."

It sounded very cheesy, but I found myself enjoying it.