My Husband's Sister Who Has Been Raising Me For 7 Years Is Actually His Sweetheart

When I met Errol while working at the age of 18, he told me that he had a sister who was in college. For that, he wanted to make money to cover her living expenses.

I was a little envious.

At the age of 18, he bought me a 0,69-dollar ring at a street stall and I happily married him.

Years later, I realized that he did not help her as his sister, but as the only sweetheart in his heart.

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When Errol came back, he saw me at home and his expression was a little embarrassed.

He inadvertently hid the lunch box in his hand behind his back, “You didn’t go to the store?”

I glanced at him lightly and said, “I went to the hospital in the afternoon.”

“Oh, right, you went for a checkup today.”

He entered the house and explained to himself, “I didn’t have work this afternoon, so I came back early.”

I said “hmm”.

I knew he was going to take Judy to dinner.

Judy liked to eat hot pot at the corner of the street and she always smelt when she came home.

I was too lazy to expose him, so I showed him the bill of the store this month.

Errol was startled. “Why is the income so low?”

He never cared about the business in the store, so of course he didn’t know that the business was not good recently.

I didn’t say anything, but Errol seemed a little uncomfortable. After hesitating for a long time, he said, “Judy just came to Prand City and is in urgent need of money. I think... why don’t we sell the store? It’s not making money anyway, what do you think? You stay at home and I’ll support you.”

Support me? He might not know that most of the expenses at home were paid by the income from the store.

I had put so much effort into that store and now Judy was in urgent need of money and wanted to sell it.

He was really a good brother who was filial to his parents.

I said lightly, “It’s up to you.”

Selling it was just what I wanted.

He couldn’t get the money anyway.

Errol didn’t expect me to agree so easily. He was a little surprised and stared at me for a long time without saying anything.

I ignored him and went to the kitchen. I bought ribs today and planned to nourish myself.

Seeing that I was going to cook, he rushed to the kitchen, “You take a rest, Harper. I’ll do it.”

I didn’t stop him, just let him do it, anyway, he couldn’t cook many meals.

The smell of oil smoke soon drifted out.

Errol rarely cooked and he didn’t even know how to turn on the range hood.

I pushed open the old window and the cold wind swept in, dispelling the pungent smell and making my mind clearer.

There was a knock at the door and I knew it was Beata coming to collect the rent.

“I’m old, I don’t know how to use your mobile phone apps.” Beata kept mumbling and I stuffed the money I had prepared into her hand.

But she didn’t leave and poked her head into the house.

“Errol is cooking?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s hard to find a good man like him. You are lucky. Women in our time didn’t have such a good life. We had to do farm work, housework and take care of children. It was hard.”

I sneered in my heart and said perfunctorily, “You are lucky. You can also collect rent. People nowadays don’t have such a blessing.”

The neighbors always liked to say behind my back that I was lucky and had climbed up the ladder.

In their eyes, Errol was a cultured person, while I was a migrant worker from the mountain valley. I couldn’t read a few words, lonely and helpless.

Of course, they didn’t know that I worked hard in the store to support him in studying and taking exams.

I thought his life would be better after he found a formal job, but he spent all the money he earned on another woman.

It was really ridiculous to say that these people were just a few glances and started to point fingers at other people’s lives.