His Mistress Was My Sister

I fell head over heels for Adler Phillips the moment I saw him during our college days. Back then, my closest friend, Scarlet Phillips, seemed to have it out for Adler, always critiquing him or finding something to gripe about. But Adler always stepped back for my sake, letting Scarlet have her way.

Even though Scarlet often aired her grievances about him to me, she couldn't help but acknowledge his brilliance. I vividly recall the moment she found out that I had accepted Adler's advances—she was taken aback, frozen for a second before regaining her composure.

For the first time, Scarlet looked at me with doubt in her eyes and asked, "Kenna, am I still the most important person to you?" I took her hands and nodded earnestly, assuring her with certainty: "Scarlet, you're the closest thing I have to family. No one else even comes close."

Her initial tears gave way to a bright smile as she said, "Agreed! We're each other's family."

"Though, he's alright, I guess," she muttered, "it feels like my treasured belonging is being taken by an idiot." I just chuckled, saying they were born to be rivals.

At our wedding, Scarlet was brazen as she wagged her finger in Adler's face and declared, "If you ever disappoint Kenna, I’ll be the first to hold you accountable!"

"Don’t think she's on her own; I’ll always be her support, her family." Adler could only smile with resignation and replied, "Understood, understood, little sister-in-law."

He gently wrapped his arms around me, his gaze sincere, "Kenna, I promise to cherish you for the rest of my life."

In that moment, I was flooded with gratitude. To have such a friend and such a soulmate—for someone like me, who grew up starved for affection and longing for a family—was nothing less than a dream come true.