My Sister Wants To Marry The Man I Love

Waylon covered my ears and guided me away.

Once we got home, he immediately said, “Wife, headquarters has already sent out my transfer notice. After I come back from a week-long business trip, we’ll move and leave this city.”

Through tears, I nodded.

After Waylon went on his trip, I knew my mother and sister wouldn’t stop. I just hadn’t expected them to be even more shameless than I imagined.

By the third morning, I was leading the early meeting when the office door suddenly burst open.

My mother and Reese charged in with a group of influencer-looking people and reporters holding cameras.

All my coworkers froze. My mother pointed at my face and began to cry and yell, “Shame to the family! Come look, my good daughter Leigh is a tramp and a slut! She not only took her sister’s man but, pregnant with who knows whose bastard, fooled around in hotels with a crowd of men!”

Holding a thick pile of indecent photos that were supposedly of me, she passed them out one by one to my shocked coworkers and managers.

“I think to myself, I’ve spoiled her like a treasure since she was small, I gave her everything she wanted, and look what I ended up raising, such a shameless bitch!”

Beating her chest, she acted like the heartbroken mother of a ruined daughter.

By her side, my sister wiped at her tears at the right moment and spoke soft words of comfort, playing the role of the caring older daughter.

Some coworkers didn’t believe it and stood up for me. “Manager Leigh is usually very proper. I don’t believe she’s that kind of person.”

Prepared in advance, my mother shouted even louder, “What do you know? Leigh has been divorced nine times and had eight abortions. She’s filthier than bugs in the sewer.”

“And your deputy general manager, Waylon, was once my older daughter’s husband. Leigh used to call him poor and look down on him. Now that he’s deputy general manager, she shamelessly crawled into bed with him. My poor older daughter, treated like this, but still thinking of her sister and not blaming her.”

“As a mother, I can’t take it. With morals that rotten, today she can steal her sister’s husband, and tomorrow she’ll seduce your husbands and boyfriends. Do you still want to work with her?”

Lowering her head in fake sadness, my sister wiped her eyes at all the right moments.

“Leigh, I’ve told you to value your marriage. Look at you, having eight abortions before marriage, and even after marrying, still so cheap. What man could stand that? Hurry up and give Waylon to me. Only a woman as good as me deserves him.”

Flashes went off wildly, shining right at my pale face. Coworkers looked at each other and quietly stepped away from me.

After all, nobody could believe a real mother and older sister would go crazy enough to publicly accuse their own daughter of sleeping with her sister’s husband.

But my mother and sister actually did it.

Standing there, I felt like a clown stripped bare in public, meeting everyone’s poisoned stares.

“I never imagined, Manager Leigh, you’d be that kind of person. You really can’t tell someone’s heart from their face.”

“Taking your sister’s man is disgusting enough, and now that you’ve got him, you still fool around. Just look at these photos, the content is so explicit that even porn sites would bow their heads.”

My boss’s face darkened with anger. “Leigh, this involves the company’s moral standards. Give me a reasonable explanation right now.”

My mother smirked. “Explain what? Fire her straight away, never take her back again.”

At the woman who had never shown me an ounce of family affection and only aimed to drain me dry, I stared hard. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood, holding back the disgust climbing up my throat.

Those were my family.

To force my divorce, they had used every way possible to ruin me, faking explicit photos, slandering, and spreading lies, afraid I might die too easily.