My Widowed Sister-in-Law's Son Is Always Sick, So My Husband Gave Himself to Them

"Renting a place is so expensive and unsafe. With just the two of you, a mother and her son, how could I not worry?"

After Ian Jennings finished comforting Chloe Lynn, he turned and started to reproach me:

"Saozi just got to the city. She doesn't know her way around. Can't you be a little nicer to her?"

'Nicer?' Last week, I was so tired from work that I asked him to get me a glass of water, but he just said impatiently:

"Don't you have your own hands?"

And yet, when Chloe Lynn just coughed twice, he immediately rushed over to her in a panic.

He poured her hot water and fussed over her, showing more concern for her than for me, his actual wife.

I trembled with rage, pointing at the nightgown Chloe Lynn was wearing.

"You, shut your mouth! It's not your place to talk!"

"And another thing—that's my nightgown. I want you to take it off right now!"

Chloe Lynn flinched at my shouting, and tears immediately started to fall.

"Yara Sterling!" Ian Jennings completely lost it, yanking Chloe Lynn behind him protectively.

"She's your Saozi! Is that how you talk to your elders?"

"It's just one nightgown! Do you have to be so damn aggressive?!"

"I'm being aggressive?"

I was absolutely furious and said directly:

"If you've got the guts, let's get a divorce! You can take your precious Saozi and your precious nephew and get the hell out of my house!"

The moment Ian Jennings heard the word divorce, his expression darkened.

"Yara Sterling, stop throwing that word around!"

"You're going to make a scene and demand a divorce over something this trivial?"

"Trivial?" I jabbed a finger toward his face.

"You secretly put me on birth control pills and lied to me for six months—is that what you call trivial?"

"You're using our shared assets to support your late brother's wife—is that trivial?"

"Ian Jennings, what in the world would you consider a big deal?"

"Will you only be satisfied when I hand this entire house over to that mother and son?"

"You're being completely irrational!" A vein pulsed on Ian Jennings's forehead, he was so furious.

Beside them, Chloe Lynn tugged on the corner of his shirt and pleaded timidly,

"Ian, please don't fight with Sister-in-law. It's all my fault..."

"Sister-in-law, please don't be mad at Ian. He was only doing it for me and Jay. If you must blame someone, blame me..."

I didn't pay her words any mind, but Ian Jennings did, and his dissatisfaction with me only grew.

"Look how understanding Saozi is! And then look at you! Yara Sterling, I am so disappointed in you!"

'Disappointed?' I was the one who was utterly disappointed in him!

This man standing before me—he wanted a wife from a wealthy family, but he also wanted to play the part of a righteous, devoted younger brother who would never abandon his widowed sister-in-law.

He wanted everything, yet he refused to take responsibility for anything.

"Ian Jennings, you're a spineless coward!"

I looked Ian Jennings in the eye, my voice practically a roar.

"You don't have the guts to tell me the truth, you just resort to these despicable tricks to deceive me. What kind of a man are you?!"

My words hit a raw nerve.

Especially since I'd said it in front of Chloe Lynn, the very person he was trying so hard to protect.

It was a blow to his male ego, and he instantly saw red.

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" he repeated, his eyes bloodshot.

"A divorce it is! I'd like to see who else could possibly put up with your spoiled-princess attitude after I'm gone!"

I didn't wait for him to waste any more of my time. I set the appointment right then and there.

"Tomorrow morning, nine o'clock, at the doors of City Hall. Whoever doesn't show up is a coward."

Then I stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door and bolting it shut.

Through the door, I could hear Ian Jennings's furious curses and Chloe Lynn's insincere attempts at consolation.

I tossed and turned all night.

Early the next morning, I got ready, grabbed my official records and ID card, and prepared to head out.

But the moment I stepped out of the bedroom, I froze on the spot.