My Sister Wants To Marry The Man I Love

“Am I saying something wrong? If you don’t feel the same as her, will you keep delaying and refusing to process the divorce?”

“At this moment, I command you, divorce my younger daughter and her husband, Waylon, at once, and then grant a marriage certificate to my elder daughter and Waylon. I give you five minutes.”

Every staff member’s expression went dark. “Ma’am, how can something as serious as marriage be decided by a few words from you? If you keep causing trouble, we’ll have to deal with this officially.”

On hearing that, my mother slapped her thigh and pretended to slide to the floor.

“I don’t care! If you people don’t listen to me today, I’ll make such a scene that your whole City Hall will be in chaos. If anyone dares to touch me, I’ll break my hands and legs, and you’ll be paying compensation until you go bankrupt!”

At the doorway, my knuckles went white. As I watched my mother make a scene and act shamelessly to force my divorce, a cold shiver ran from my head to my toes.

Feeling tired, I walked ahead. “Mom, stop it. That’s enough.”

As soon as she saw me, my mother jumped up, grabbed me hard, and said, “Good, you’re finally here! Tell them right now, you were cheap and fooled around with a bunch of men, and you demand a divorce right away.”

I pulled my hand loose, no longer able to take it. “I didn’t cheat! I will never divorce!”

Right after those words came out, my mother rushed forward and slapped me across the face. “You pretend to be pure after being dirty! You filthy slut! How did I ever give birth to such a shameless piece of garbage? Waylon belongs to your sister. Today, you’ll divorce him whether you agree or not!”

From nowhere, my sister suddenly ran out and yelled, “Leigh, I’ve told you again and again to value your marriage! Look at you! Having abortions eight times before marriage was bad enough, but even after getting married, you’re still so trashy! What man could take that? Hurry up and give Waylon to me, only a decent woman like me deserves him!”

Looking at their disgusting, well-practiced faces and hearing the whispers around me, anger made me laugh.

When Waylon and I got married, my mother and sister looked down on his poverty, chased him away with a broom, splashed him with cold water, and shouted at the door that he would stay a beggar forever.

Because we were poor, we had no wedding, no banquet, and my mother didn’t even give me a cent of dowry.

Now that he’s proven himself at work and become the deputy general manager of the company, they shamelessly want to take my husband.

When I stayed silent, my mother tried to hit me again, but before her hand could fall, someone caught her wrist.

As I lifted my head to see who it was, my eyes turned red in an instant.

Dark-faced, Waylon wrapped his arms around me. “Mom, Reese, out of respect for you being Leigh’s family, I’ve kept quiet until now. But you’ve crossed the line today, spreading lies to make us divorce is going too far. Let me say this clearly: I have only one wife, Leigh. Even if I die, I will never divorce her, and I will never marry Reese.”

Those watching who didn’t know what was going on suddenly figured everything out.

“I was thinking, what kind of mother would shame her own daughter in public and force her to divorce? Is that younger daughter even hers? She’s worth less than a cabbage in the field.”

“What’s even more insane is making her son-in-law marry the older daughter, and the two of them working together to throw dirt like that. One old shameless woman and one young shameless one, completely disgusting.”

My sister’s face went pale.

Even more furious, my mother yelled, “Waylon! Don’t be ungrateful! How can trash like Leigh ever compare to my Reese? Reese liking you is a miracle; you must’ve saved the world in a past life! If you don’t marry her, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!”