The Night I Caught My Husband with His Dead Brother's Wife

I got married on the same day as my older sister.

The two of us had fallen in love with identical twins. I married Maverick, and my sister, Maxine, married Anthony.

Back then, everyone used to joke that our weddings looked like something out of a movie. But not even a year later, Anthonys life was taken in a brutal attack. He was ambushed by our rivals.

Everything changed after that.

The day his funeral ended, my parents-in-law sat in front of us with red, swollen eyes. My mother-in-law had cried so much she could barely keep them open.

She clutched Maxine's hand and sobbed.

"My poor son... he left without even having a child."

The room fell silent.

Then she turned toward me.

"Sandra, listen to me. Maverick and Anthony are identical twins. They have the same blood, the same genes."

A strange feeling crept up my spine.

I suddenly had a very bad feeling about where this was going.

My mother-in-law tightened her grip on Maxine's hand.

"Our family has always believed in keeping the bloodline alive. Anthony is gone, but Maverick is still here. If Maverick helps Maxine have a child, then biologically... it would still be Anthony's blood."

My head buzzed.

For a second, I thought I had heard her wrong.

What?

Was she really asking my husband to get my sister pregnant?

My mother-in-law burst into tears again.

"I'm begging you, Sandra. Please. Maxine is still young, and Maverick is Anthony's twin. If they have a child together, it would be like Anthony left something behind in this world."

Before I could even respond, my father-in-law spoke up. His voice sounded tired and broken.

"Sandra, ever since Anthony died, Maxine has barely been living. She doesn't eat properly. She doesn't sleep. She just sits there staring into space for hours." He rubbed his eyes. "I'm afraid we're going to lose her too."

His words made my chest tighten.

Then he looked directly at me. "If Maxine had a child, maybe she'd have something to live for. Maybe she'd finally find a reason to keep going."

"Please," my mother-in-law cried. "We're begging you."

The way they looked at me made it feel like I was holding someone's life in my hands.

Like if I said no, Maxine's suffering would somehow become my fault.

I lowered my head and bit my lip.

My parents-in-law had always favored Maxine.

Honestly, I was used to it. I was always the child who came second.

No.

Maybe not even second I was the forgotten one.

What mattered to me wasn't what they thought.

The only thing I cared about was what Maverick thought. I was the middle child in my family.

Growing up, I was always the least loved.

When I got sick, nobody stayed by my bedside.

When I cried, nobody asked what was wrong.

After a while, I stopped expecting anyone to choose me.

Then I met Maverick. For the first time in my life, someone did. Everyone in the city knew who Maverick was.

The feared mafia king of the Iron Crown Cartel.

The powerful president of Synergy Bio-Pharma Corp.

A man people either respected or feared.

But with me, he was different.

When I caught a cold, he'd leave meetings and come home early just to check on me.

When we went shopping, he paid attention to every little thing I looked at.

If I paused for even a second in front of something, there was a good chance it would show up in our house the next day.

He remembered my favorite snacks, my favorite flowers, and even the books I casually mentioned once months earlier.

Nothing about me was ever too small for him to notice.

He could've had anyone he wanted.

Yet he spent hours doing things for me that most people would've considered ridiculous.

He personally designed my engagement ring.

I still remembered the night he proposed.

The city lights had reflected in his eyes as he held my hands.

"Sandra," he'd said softly, "maybe I wasn't there for your childhood. Maybe I can't erase everything you've been through."

His thumb brushed against my knuckles.

"But from now on, you'll never have to wonder whether you're someone's first choice."

My eyes had filled with tears, and then he'd smiled.

"I'll be the one who puts you first. Every single time."

"No matter what happens?"

I remembered asking it like a child seeking reassurance.

"No matter what happens," he promised.

Before we got married, he always stood by my side. And that day, he did it again without hesitation.

Maverick stepped in front of me and his tall frame blocked me from everyone's view.

"Dad. Mom." His voice was calm, but there was steel underneath it. "Stop pressuring Sandra."

The room went quiet.

His mother stared at him in disbelief. "Maverick..."

"No." His answer came immediately. "What you're asking isn't reasonable." His jaw tightened. "I know you're grieving. We all are. But Sandra is my wife and the love of my life." He reached back and took my hand. "I'm not going to betray her."

His mother broke down crying.

"But Anthony is gone! Maxine has nothing left!"

Maverick closed his eyes briefly.

When he opened them again, there was sadness there too. "I'll take care of Maxine for the rest of my life if I have to. I'll make sure she's protected and provided for." His voice grew quieter. "But I won't have a child with her."

Then, to everyone's shock, Maxine suddenly stepped forward.

She dropped to her knees before our parents while tears streamed down her face. "I know Anthony died trying to save Maverick I know he owe him everything." She looked toward Maverick. "But not like this." Then she turned back to our parents. "I'll do anything for this family. Anything except ask my brother-in-law to betray my sister."

Nobody spoke after that.

The only sound left was Mrs. Farington quiet sobbing.

Later that day, my husband spent hours kneeling in front of Anthony's grave and watching him there, my eyes filled with tears.

Maybe life has never been very kind to me. Maybe my own family has never truly put me first. But standing beside that man, I suddenly thought...

Maybe I wasn't unlucky after all.

Because somehow, in this huge world, I'd found the one person who loved me most.

That night, after everyone had gone to bed and the mansion finally fell silent, I lay awake staring at the ceiling.

I couldnt sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept hearing my mother-in-laws voice, begging me to let Maverick give Maxine a child. The memory sat heavy in my chest, tight and suffocating.

Then I heard something upstairs.

At first, I thought I was imagining it. The sound was faint, almost lost in the silence. A door closing somewhere above, then footsteps, then low voices. I frowned and slowly sat up, listening harder.

Anthonys old bedroom was upstairs. Ever since he died, no one was supposed to go in there. That thought hit me strangely, and I immediately felt guilty for even thinking it.

Had Maxine finally moved on?

No, no, that couldnt be it.

She loved Anthony too much.

A few moments later, the sound came again, clearer this time. Curiosity got the better of me. I pulled on a cardigan and quietly left my room.

The mansion was dark, only a few wall lamps glowing faintly along the hallway. I moved upstairs as quietly as I could. With each step, the voices became clearer.

By the time I reached the second floor, I saw it.

Anthonys bedroom door wasnt fully closed. A thin strip of light spilled out into the hallway.

My heartbeat picked up immediately.

Why was the door open?

I slowly walked closer and looked through the gap.

The room was messy. Clothes were scattered everywhere like someone had rushed through it without caring. Two people were inside.

One of them was Maxine.

For a second, I felt relief. My mind even tried to tell me I was overthinking everything.

Then I saw the man standing beside her and everything in me stopped.

Maverick.

My husband.

The man who had stood in front of everyone that morning and declared that he'd never betray me.

The man who controlled research parks, medical districts, and entire networks of private clinics with a single phone call.

The man who had promised to always choose me.

...

I stood frozen at the door. Earlier that day, she had been crying in front of everyone. She had said she wouldn't accept anything like that proposal from the family.

She had looked at me and even held my hand.

I won't betray you, Sandra, she had said softly. Not even if they force me. I won't become someone I hate.

And I believed her I actually believed her.

...

Maverick, I told them no, Maxine said upstairs, her voice shaking like she was confessing something painful. I really did. I said I wouldn't do anything like this, like making out with you for the sake of your twin Anthony.

She reached out and lightly touched his sleeve, hesitant, innocent.

But they keep pushing me, she continued softly. And I don't know how long I can keep resisting when everyone keeps saying I'm selfish.

Maverick's jaw tightened. You shouldn't be blaming yourself for this, he said quietly. This isn't something you should carry alone.

His voice softened a little after that.

But you also know what this means if Sandra finds out. Maxine lowered her eyes immediately, I don't want to hurt her, she said quickly. Sandra is my younger sister. I love her. I would never want to take anything from her.

Then she looked up again, eyes glossy, voice trembling just right.

But I also don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore.

...

I stepped back without realizing it.

My shoulder hit the wall behind me.

A soft sound came from the room again, followed by Maverick's voice, lower now.

Maxine, stop shaking, he said. You don't have to act like you're trapped. You're not.

Im not acting, she whispered immediately I swear I'm not. I just I don't know how to stop feeling guilty about everything.

Then all I heard were kisses, moans, and Maxine panting softly. I didnt need to peek I could already picture exactly what they were doing.

Rick! Ahh!

Maxine, ohh!

I turned away immediately and walked down the stairs slowly, like my legs didn't belong to me.

Maxine had always been like that. Even when she smiled, it looked soft, harmless. Even when she got what she wanted, she acted like she didn't ask for it. Even when she hurt someone, she somehow made it sound like she was the one bleeding.

The next morning, I didn't sleep at all. I just sat there until the sky turned pale. Then I called the lawyer. By noon, the papers were ready.

I walked into Maverick's office.

The room was clean, too clean.

Glass walls. Cold light. Everything sharp and expensive, like it was designed to erase emotion.

He looked up as I entered.

What's wrong? he asked calmly. You didn't sleep, baby.

I flipped the papers to the last page and placed them in front of him.

Sign this, I said quietly.

He glanced at the papers, but didn't open them.

Sandra, he said softly, almost tired. You know I don't question anything you bring me.

I forced myself to meet his eyes. Don't you want to read it first? What if it's something you shouldn't agree to?

He leaned back slightly, watching me. If it's from you, baby, I don't need to read it twice, he said. Just tell me where.

I pointed at the last page.

Here. Signed here.

He signed immediately.

Are you ever scared I'll use you? I asked suddenly.

Maverick paused for a second, then let out a small breath that almost sounded like a laugh. Sandra, he said, reaching for my hand. If you ever tried to destroy me, I'd probably help you organize the plan.

Once upon a time, those words would've made me cry from happiness. Now? They only made me sick.

How many times had he said things like that? How many promises had turned out to be lies?

That evening, my father-in-law once again ordered Maverick to kneel in the family mausoleum at the back of the mansion.

His expression was cold. Maverick, stop being stubborn.

I've already made my position clear. Maverick's voice was firm. I'm not going to do what you're asking, Dad

His father looked furious. Then kneel.

Maverick met her gaze. If that's what you want, fine. Then he turned toward me. His eyes softened immediately. Baby, don't worry. He squeezed my hand. I'd rather kneel there forever than betray you.

The words were perfect So perfect that anyone would've believed them, but I already knew the truth.

Because later that night, after the mansion fell silent once again, I heard movement upstairs.

The same room, the same secret hidden behind closed doors. I sat alone in the darkness.

This time, I didn't go upstairs.

There was no point.

I'd already seen enough.

The sounds drifted faintly through the quiet house.

And with every passing minute, another piece of my heart broke.

For the next few days, the same thing happened over and over again. Every night, I lay awake in bed staring into the darkness.

After all, no one could guarantee a pregnancy on the first try.

That was the excuse everyone seemed to be using.

I stopped sleeping properly.

The moment I closed my eyes, unwanted thoughts would creep in.

No matter how hard I tried to push them away, they always came back.

...

As the days passed, I started looking worse and worse. The woman staring back at me in the mirror barely looked familiar.

My face was pale. Dark circles sat beneath my eyes. My clothes hung more loosely on my body with each passing day.

Meanwhile, Maxine looked healthier than ever.

The grief that had nearly destroyed her seemed to disappear little by little.

Color returned to her face. She smiled more. She laughed more and the mansion was filled with life again.

Everyone seemed happy, everyone except me.

And somehow, nobody noticed.

Or maybe they noticed and simply didn't care.

That thought hurt even more.

When Anthony died, the entire family had practically stopped breathing.

Mrs. Farrington personally cooked meals every day because she worried Maxine wasn't eating enough. Mr. Farrington canceled meetings and spent hours with her.

The staff treated her like fragile glass.

Even Maverick seemed to devote all his attention to making sure she was comfortable.

I remembered how desperately everyone had worried whenever Maxine looked sad. Now I was the one wasting away.

I was the one losing sleep. I was the one barely eating.

Yet all I received were cold looks and accusations.

One afternoon, Mrs. Farrington finally snapped at me.

"Sandra, can you stop looking so miserable all the time?"

I froze.

She continued before I could answer. "Every day you walk around with that expression on your face. What exactly are you unhappy about?"

I lowered my eyes.

Mr. Farrington scoffed. "You should be grateful."

His voice was sharp.

"If Anthony hadn't sacrificed himself protecting Maverick years ago, your husband would've been the one in that grave."

The room fell silent.

Then Mrs. Farrington added bitterly, "Your sister is suffering and all you can think about is yourself."

I stood there quietly. What was I supposed to say? That I was hurting too? That my marriage was falling apart right in front of me? Nobody would've cared.

...

After that, I stopped trying. I quietly gathered my documents. I finalized the divorce paperwork. And I submitted an application for an overseas assignment through one of Synergy Bio-Pharma's international branches.

If nobody wanted me here, then why was I still staying? I didn't tell anyone, not even Maverick.

A few weeks later, the news everyone had been waiting for finally arrived.

Maxine was pregnant.

The entire mansion erupted in celebration, and the family held a banquet.

Champagne flowed.

Firecrackers exploded outside the estate gates.

Even some of Maverick's top executives from Synergy Bio-Pharma and several high-ranking members of the Iron Crown Cartel came to offer congratulations.

It felt like the whole world was celebrating.

I sat quietly at the breakfast table the next morning, eating porridge while everyone discussed baby names.

Then I looked up and my eyes landed on Maverick.

"Maverick."

He immediately turned toward me. "What is it, sweetheart?"

I stared at him for several seconds. "That baby, is that yours?"

The room instantly fell silent.

Maverick froze. For a split second, something flashed across his face.

"Sandra!" His brows furrowed. "What kind of question is that?"

I held his gaze.

He pushed his chair back. "Are you seriously questioning me right now?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried enough weight to make everyone tense.

"I've done everything I can for this family and for you. I never betrayed you. Why would I be the father of Maxine's baby?" His jaw tightened. "And after all these years together, that's what you think of me?"

Mrs. Farrington immediately jumped in. "How could you ask something like that? Now that Maxine is pregnant, you're looking miserable again. Whether the baby is Maverick's or not, you should be happy for your sister!"

Mr. Farrington looked furious. "Sandra is just jealous because she couldn't get pregnant. She's a barren cursed, that's all."

"Mother, Father, please don't be hard on my sister," Maxine said softly. "She's just used to being the center of attention, but now I've taken all the love and attention because I'm pregnant. Sister, trust me, the father of my baby is not my brother-in-law. We would never do such a thing and betray you. I love you more than anything else."

Mrs. Farrington scoffed. "See? Your sister is so understanding and kind. If only Maverick had been Maxine's husband in the first place. And you should've been Anthony's wife."

"My appetite is ruined now. Tss." Mr. Farrington shook his head.

"Enough!" Maverick cut them off. He reached for my hand. "Sandra Look at me."

I didn't move.

"I love you." The words came easily to him. "I would never betray you."

I almost laughed and not because it was funny, but because it hurt.

During those weeks, Maverick had intentionally spent several nights in our bedroom. Anyone watching would've thought we were a perfectly normal married couple. But every time he touched me, I found myself pulling away.

One night, I drank too much at a family gathering.

Everyone assumed I was drunk enough to forget everything.

Maybe Maverick assumed that too.

But even through the haze of alcohol, I remembered one thing very clearly.

I remembered that nothing happened between us.

And I remembered him and Maxine making out on the same bed we used to share.

The next morning, Maverick acted as if nothing had happened.

At breakfast, he sat beside me, casually poured me a glass of juice, and placed it in front of me as though we were still the same couple we'd always been.

Then he suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist. Still upset with me? You've barely spoken to me these past few days. I know things haven't been easy lately, but you're making me feel like I've committed some terrible crime.

I looked at him without saying anything.

Sandra, I know I haven't been spending enough time with you lately. I've been dealing with family problems from every direction. But you can't start doubting me because of that.

He pulled me closer.

You know exactly why I've been away every night. You know what kind of pressure my parents have been putting on me. I've been trying to protect us the entire time.

I almost laughed.

Did I?

Maverick lowered his voice.

My father kept punishing me. Every night he made me stay in the family mausoleum and reflect. He said I was being selfish and dishonoring Anthony's memory.

He sighed dramatically.

I was practically being tortured because I refused to agree to their ridiculous plan. They wanted me to put the family's wishes above my marriage, and I wouldn't do it.

His expression became wounded.

I stood against my own family for you. I fought with them for you. And now you're looking at me like I'm the bad guy?

The grievance in his eyes looked almost real.

Almost.

Anyone else can doubt me, Sandra. My parents can misunderstand me. The entire world can question me if they want.

His fingers tightened around mine.

But not you. You're the one person who knows me better than anyone else. You're supposed to be on my side. I love you. I'm only ever going to love you. Nothing about that has changed.

I stared at my porridge.

Suddenly, I felt exhausted.

Seeing that I wasn't responding, Maverick hesitated.

Fine. I wasn't going to tell you this because it's family business. But if I don't explain things, you're going to keep worrying and imagining things that aren't true.

I finally looked up.

Maverick lowered his voice even further.

Dad found someone for Maxine. One of Anthony's closest friends. The family wants an heir, so they've allowed him to spend a lot of time with her every night.

He paused before continuing.

I even caught them making out once. Honestly, I was relieved. It meant Maxine was finally moving on instead of living in the past.

Maverick reached across the table and squeezed my hand.

This stays between us. You can't tell anyone I told you. If my parents find out, they'll be furious.

Then he smiled.

Now do you understand? You don't need to worry anymore. Someone else is helping Maxine. Nobody's asking anything from us now.

His eyes softened.

Sandra, all I care about is us. All I care about is fixing whatever distance has grown between us. That's what matters to me.

His voice became almost pleading.

Promise me something.

What?

Stop assuming the worst every time something happens. Just trust me the way you used to.

I nearly choked on the bitterness rising in my throat. How could he say that with a straight face?

The lies came so naturally to him.

Did he really think I was that stupid?

Or had everyone simply spent so many years treating me like I didn't matter that they'd started believing it themselves?

...

A few days later, Maxine's pregnancy became the center of the entire household. Since she was expecting, Mr. Farrington stopped punishing Maverick.

At least publicly.

Maverick also stopped disappearing upstairs every night. Instead, he started returning to our room.

Anyone looking from the outside would've thought our marriage was improving.

But the cracks were already there.

Nothing could fix them.

That evening, Maverick had only been in our room for about twenty minutes when someone knocked on the door.

Mrs. Farrington sounded frantic.

Maverick! Come quickly. Maxine isn't feeling well. She's been uncomfortable all evening and keeps saying something doesn't feel right!

She pushed the door open.

You need to go check on her. She's carrying the family's future now, and I don't want to take any chances.

Maverick immediately stood. For a brief moment, conflict flashed across his face then it disappeared.

Mom, what happened? Did she call a doctor? Is she in pain?

She says her stomach hurts and she looks pale, Mrs. Farrington replied anxiously. I don't know if it's serious, but she's frightened. You should go see her immediately.

Maverick glanced at me. Sandra... I just want to make sure she's okay. She's pregnant and everyone is worried about her. He walked closer.

I won't be long. The moment I know she's fine, I'll come straight back. I promise.

I didn't stop him. What was the point?

I was tired of begging for a place in my own marriage. Tired of competing with ghosts and lies.

So I simply nodded.

Go. She's the one everyone wants you with anyway. It wouldn't make much difference whether I asked you to stay or not.

For a moment, something flickered across his face but still he left.

That night, I lay awake again.

The mansion was quiet.

Then sometime after midnight, I heard movement upstairs. Faint sounds. Barely audible.

I closed my eyes. Even though I couldn't hear much, I knew exactly where Maverick was.

A sharp pain settled in my chest.

I thought I'd already cried enough, I thought there were no tears left.

Yet when morning came, my pillow was damp.

Maverick didn't return until dawn.

The bedroom door opened softly. He slipped into bed behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

His voice sounded tired. I'm exhausted. She was uncomfortable all night and refused to sleep. Everyone was worried, so I stayed there to make sure nothing happened.

I didn't answer.

He buried his face against my shoulder.

Don't overthink things, Sandra. Maxine wasn't feeling well and she got scared. That's all this was. His voice remained calm. She had stomach pains all night. I stayed because she needed reassurance. Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing.

I closed my eyes.

The expensive cologne on his clothes wasn't his usual scent... it belonged to another room.

Another life.

Another choice.

Suddenly, I felt sick.

I pulled away from him.

Maverick frowned. Sandra?

If you're that worried about Maxine, I said quietly, then maybe you should just stay with her from now on. It would save everyone the trouble of pretending.

The room instantly became silent.

What?

I finally turned toward him. She's a widow. She's carrying a child. She's clearly the person who matters most to everyone in this house. My voice remained calm.

She needs someone. I don't.

Maverick stared at me as if I'd slapped him.

Then his face darkened. Sandra, what exactly are you trying to say? Stop speaking in riddles and tell me directly. What is it that you think is happening?

Nothing.

No. He stood abruptly. Say it. If you're accusing me of something, then say it to my face. His eyes hardened. "Do you think there's something inappropriate going on? Do you honestly believe I'd do something like that?

I laughed softly.

Not because anything was funny.

Because I couldn't believe we were still pretending.

Maverick clenched his jaw.

Anthony died protecting me. Maxine lost her husband because of that tragedy. She's carrying a child and trying to survive the worst period of her life.

His voice grew sharper.

She has nobody. If she's struggling and I help her, what's wrong with that? Since when did basic decency become something suspicious?

He looked genuinely disappointed.

Or maybe he was just a very good actor.

Tell me honestly. After everything we've been through together, do you really think I'd betray you?

His gaze locked onto mine.

I remained silent.

That seemed to anger him even more.

Finally, he stepped back.

Fine. If that's how you see me, then maybe I should keep my distance. Maybe that's the only way to stop these ridiculous accusations.

His expression turned distant.

At least then nobody can accuse me of crossing boundaries.

The irony almost made me laugh.

He was talking about boundaries after destroying every one of them.

Without another word, Maverick grabbed his coat.

Then he slammed the bedroom door behind him.

The sound echoed through the room long after he'd gone.

And once again, I was left alone.

For the next few days, Maverick really did keep his distance from Maxine.

At least in front of everyone.

Whenever Maxine needed something, he acted restrained and careful. Even when she complained about feeling unwell, he refused to be alone with her.

One morning, Maxine mentioned that she wasn't feeling well and needed to go to the hospital.

Before anyone could say anything, Maverick immediately stepped back.

Dad, Mom, you should take her yourselves. I'm not going. No matter what I do lately, it gets misunderstood, and I'd rather avoid creating any more problems.

Mrs. Farrington frowned.

Maverick, what are you talking about? Maxine is pregnant and not feeling well. Why would you suddenly refuse to help her now?

Maverick sighed heavily and glanced in my direction.

What choice do I have? Sandra already thinks I'm crossing boundaries. If I take Maxine to the hospital, she'll overthink it even more, and then we'll be right back where we started.

His voice sounded helpless.

I don't want any more misunderstandings. No matter how worried I am, I have to keep my distance. Apparently, even trying to help is wrong now.

The moment those words left his mouth, every pair of eyes turned toward me.

As if I were the problem.

As if I were the unreasonable one.

Mrs. Farrington's expression darkened instantly.

Sandra, are you happy now? Is this what you wanted? You've turned this family upside down with your jealousy and made everyone walk on eggshells around you.

She slammed her teacup onto the table.

Maxine is carrying Anthony's only child. She's family. What's wrong with Maverick helping take care of her when she's vulnerable and needs support?

Mr. Farrington nodded coldly.

Since you're so uncomfortable with it, then you can take responsibility. If you think everyone else is handling things incorrectly, then you can do it yourself.

He pointed directly at me.

From now on, you'll handle Maxine's daily needs. If she's sick, you take her to the hospital. Maybe then you'll understand how ridiculous you've been acting all this time.

I lowered my head.

What was there to explain?

Nobody would've listened anyway.

Okay, I said quietly.

That only seemed to make them angrier.

As if my silence was proof of guilt.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Farrington tossed the car keys toward me.

Go get the car. Stop standing there looking pitiful and do something useful for once. Everyone is waiting on you.

I caught the keys and walked outside without arguing.

The estate's garage was massive, filled with armored luxury vehicles used by the Iron Crown Cartel. I climbed into one of the SUVs and started the engine.

The gates slowly opened.

I had barely driven a few feet out of the garage when everything happened.

A figure suddenly stumbled in front of the vehicle.

I slammed on the brakes.

The tires screeched.

Then I heard a scream.

Ah! My leg! My leg hurts!

My heart nearly stopped.

Maxine was lying on the ground beside the SUV while tears streamed down her face.

She clutched one leg dramatically. It hurts so much. I think my leg is broken! The pain is unbearable.

The entire household rushed outside.

Maverick was the first one there.

The moment he saw Maxine on the ground, his face changed.

Maxine! He dropped to his knees beside her and immediately reached for her. Where does it hurt? Tell me exactly where. Don't panic, just look at me and breathe.

His hands carefully checked her leg.

Don't be scared. I'm here. Nothing is going to happen to you, so stay calm and let me help you.

Maxine grabbed his sleeve tightly.

Maverick... what if something happened to the baby? What if I lose my child? What if I did something wrong? Her voice trembled. I can't lose this baby. It's all I have left on this world.

Maverick's eyes instantly filled with panic.

No. Stop thinking like that. Nothing's going to happen to you, and nothing is going to happen to the baby either. His voice became unusually gentle. Do you hear me? You're going to be fine. I won't let anything happen to either of you.

For a moment, they seemed to forget everyone else existed.

Forget that I was standing there.

Forget that I was his wife.

Then suddenly Mrs. Farrington pointed directly at me.

Her voice became shrill. Sandra did this! She was driving! She hit Maxine with the car!

The accusation exploded through the courtyard.

She never wanted this pregnancy. She has been resentful from the very beginning. Who knows what she was thinking when she got behind that wheel?

Before I could even react, people surged toward me. The bodyguards. The servants. The family.

The SUV door was yanked open, and rough hands dragged me outside.

Sandra! Mr. Farrington's face twisted with rage. How could you do something so vicious? Have you completely lost your mind?! His voice shook with anger. She is your sister. She is carrying Anthony's child. How could you even think of harming her?

The slap came before I could answer and pain exploded across my face. I staggered backward and blood immediately filled my mouth.

I didn't... I whispered.

But nobody cared.

You didn't what? Mr. Farrington grabbed my hair. You didn't try to hurt her? You expect us to believe that after what we just saw? His hand struck me again. You think we're blind? You think we're all fools?

The force made my ears ring.

Nearby, Mrs. Farrington was crying hysterically.

My son is already dead! Anthony is gone, and now you want to hurt the woman carrying his baby?!

Her voice cracked with grief. What kind of monster are you? You hated this pregnancy from the beginning. You wanted this child gone because you couldn't stand seeing Maxine happy.

Another slap landed, then another and another.

The world became blurry. I didn't fight back. Somewhere deep down, I kept hoping someone would stop them, but nobody did. Not even Maverick.

I looked toward him. The man who once promised to protect me. The man who controlled entire cities through fear and influence. The man who could stop this with a single word.

He just stood there, while his arm wrapped protectively around Maxine. His attention never left her.

Then Mr. Farrington shoved me hard. I lost my balance. My foot slipped against the pavement. The side of my head slammed into the SUV door.

A sharp crack echoed through my skull and warm blood immediately ran down my face.

The crowd gasped.

Only then did Maverick finally speak.

Enough. Stop this right now. Standing here arguing isn't going to solve anything, and we're wasting precious time. His voice was cold. Everyone calm down.

Relief almost washed over me. For one foolish second, I thought he was defending me. Then Maverick stood and helped Maxine to her feet. His gaze never even landed on me. The priority right now is Maxine. She needs a doctor immediately, and that's where our attention should be. Nothing else matters until we know she's okay.

My heart went completely numb.

Maxine continued crying. My leg hurts so much. Maverick, I can't walk. I don't think I can even stand.

Without hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her waist.It's okay. I've got you. Lean on me and don't force yourself. He carefully guided her forward. You'll be fine. We'll get you checked immediately.

I stared at her leg. There wasn't a single drop of blood.

Not one scratch.

Meanwhile blood dripped from my face onto the pavement. Yet nobody seemed to notice. Or maybe they noticed and simply didn't care.

Maverick guided Maxine into the vehicle. He closed the door carefully, and got into the driver's seat.

The engine started. And without looking back once, he drove away.

In the end, I went to the hospital alone.

Nobody came with me. Nobody asked if I was hurt. Nobody even checked whether I was okay.

The doctor gave me five stitches in my head. One side of my face was swollen beyond recognition. Dark bruises covered my arms, shoulders, and back.

Every movement hurt.

My in laws they'd grabbed, shoved, slapped, and hit me so many times that there was barely any uninjured skin left on my body.

As the nurse carefully applied medicine to my wounds, she kept glancing at me.

Finally, she couldn't hold it in anymore.

Miss Sandra... the nurse said gently. Can I ask you something?

I smiled weakly. Of course.

The nurse hesitated, then lowered her voice. Is your husband hurting you? If he is, we can help. I can contact the police and connect you with people who know how to handle situations like this.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I slowly shook my head.

Thank you, I said hoarsely. But it's not my husband.

The nurse looked confused but I didn't explain further. How could I? The truth was even more ridiculous. I wasn't being hurt by one person. I was being hurt by an entire family.

Just then, voices drifted in from the hallway.

I looked up instinctively.

And there they were.

Maverick and Maxine.

They were walking out of another examination room together while the doctor followed behind them.

There's no need to worry, the doctor said with a smile. your wife's injury is extremely minor. Just a small scrape. A few days of rest and she'll be completely fine.

Maverick immediately nodded. Thank you, doctor, I appreciate everything. I'll personally take care of her until she's fully recovered.

The doctor smiled and walked away.

Not once did Maverick explain that Maxine wasn't his wife. Not once did he correct the misunderstanding.

...

After the doctor left, he carefully supported Maxine as they walked through the hallway.

The sight made my chest ache.

Then Maxine suddenly laughed. Maverick, look at us, Maxine said playfully, tilting her head. Don't we look like a married couple right now?

Maverick chuckled. Maybe we do." His eyes softened as he looked at her. Especially now that you're carrying my baby.

Maxine's smile widened. Well, if that's the case, then someone must've been very hardworking, she teased, resting a hand on her stomach. After all, I got pregnant pretty quickly.

Maverick laughed.

The sound echoed through the corridor.

Is that your way of complimenting me? he asked.

Maxine pretended to think.

Maybe, she replied. Or maybe I'm just impressed.

Maverick leaned closer.

Impressed?

Very, Maxine said, her cheeks turning slightly pink. You should be proud of yourself.

The flirtation was shameless Like neither of them cared who saw. I immediately looked away. I couldn't bear to watch anymore.

A few seconds later, the nurse beside me suddenly gasped.

Oh no. She crouched beside me. Miss Sandra, why are you crying? the nurse asked. I didn't even notice until now.

I blinked. Only then did I realize tears had already slipped down my face.

When did that happen? I didn't even know.

The nurse looked worried.Are your injuries hurting that badly? she asked. Should I ask the doctor for stronger pain medication?

I touched my cheek, then I laughed softly a broken laugh.

Yeah, I said, nodding. They hurt a lot.

The nurse thought I was talking about my physical injuries.

But I wasn't... Because cuts healed. Bruises faded.

Stitches could be removed. But what about a broken heart?

Who could prescribe medicine for that?

Who could stitch that back together?

...

When we returned home, Maxine was treated like royalty.

The entire mansion revolved around her.

Bodyguards followed her everywhere. Servants rushed to fulfill her every request. My parents-in-law practically worshipped the ground she walked on.

And Maverick...

Maverick spoiled her most of all.

If she wanted something, he got it, immediately.

...

One night, she mentioned craving a specific imported mango cake at two in the morning.

Within ten minutes, Maverick was already getting dressed.

I watched from the bedroom doorway.

It's two in the morning, I said.

He looked up.

So?

Stores are closed.

I'll find one that's open, Maverick replied without hesitation.

Then he left.

An hour later, he returned carrying several boxes.

Maxine smiled like a child receiving a gift.

My mother-in-law praised him endlessly.

Look at that, she said proudly. That's how family should take care of each other.

Family.

The word almost made me laugh.

...

Later that night, Maverick sat beside me.

Sandra.

I didn't answer.

He sighed. Why are you looking at me like that? Maverick asked.

Like what?

Like I'm some kind of villain.

I stayed silent. Maverick rubbed his temples.

You still don't understand, he said patiently.

The same tone people used when explaining something obvious to a child.

Everything I'm doing is because of you.

I stared at him.

He continued.

Anthony died protecting me, Maverick said heavily. Maxine lost her husband because of that. She lost her future. She lost everything. He looked directly at me. We already owe her a life.

Then his expression darkened.

And after the accident, things got even worse. Sandra, whether you intended it or not, she got hurt. Do you know how guilty I feel about that?

His voice cracked slightly. So yes, I'm taking care of her. Yes, I'm giving her extra attention. Because somebody has to.

He leaned forward.

I wasn't protecting you that day because I didn't want the family to hate you even more, Maverick said. Can't you understand that? I've been trying my best to clean up the mess and keep this family together.

His eyes searched mine.

So please. Stop fighting with Maxine. Stop targeting her. Please think about somebody besides yourself.

For a moment, I just looked at him.

Then I smiled a calm smile.

The kind that comes after you've finally given up.

Don't worry, I said softly. I won't cause trouble anymore.

Maverick immediately brightened. Really?

Really.

I promise.

The relief on his face was obvious. Before I could react, he pulled me into a hug.

Thank God, Maverick said, tightening his arms around me. You've finally stopped overthinking everything. You have no idea how happy that makes me.

I stood there quietly.

And Maxine, he said softly. There's nothing between us. Anthony was my brother. Maxine is family and your older sister. She lost her husband.

His voice became earnest.

I'm only helping take care of her because Anthony isn't here anymore. If anything inappropriate happened between us, do you really think Anthony would forgive me? Do you think he'd let me get away with it?

I almost smiled... Because the saddest thing wasn't the lie. It was how easily he told it.

Maverick didn't understand something.

People don't stop arguing because they've forgiven you. They don't stop fighting because everything is okay.

Arguments happen when someone still cares enough to stay. When they still hope things can be fixed. When they still want to be chosen.

The day someone becomes calm...

The day they stop crying...

The day they stop fighting...

That's usually the day they've already decided to leave.

And I had.

After that, I stopped paying attention to what was happening in the mansion.

The family continued treating Maxine like she was royalty. Every meal revolved around her, every conversation revolved around her, and every decision revolved around her. I simply stayed out of the way.

My overseas transfer had already been approved. My passport, visa, and documents were all ready. Soon, I'd be gone. Just a few more days. That's all I needed to endure.

I didn't want any more fights. I didn't want any more tears. I just wanted peace.

Unfortunately, peace never seemed to last long around Maxine.

That afternoon, I was organizing paperwork in my room when she walked in without knocking. The moment I looked up, I knew she hadn't come with good intentions. She was smiling, the smug kind of smile worn by someone who believed they'd already won.

She slowly sat down across from me and crossed her legs, one hand resting possessively on her stomach.

You already know, don't you? Maxine asked.

I didn't answer.

Maxine laughed softly. The baby. Her smile widened. You know whose child this really is.

The room fell silent, but I simply continued sorting my papers. That seemed to irritate her.

She leaned forward. Sandra, let's stop pretending. Her voice dripped with satisfaction. Maverick got me pregnant. He chose me. And honestly? You should do yourself a favor and step aside.

I finally looked at her.

Maxine's eyes glittered triumphantly. If you divorce Maverick and leave quietly, I'll convince him not to make things difficult for you. After everything that's happened, that's already me being generous.

I almost laughed. Not because she was funny, but because the arrogance was unbelievable.

Slowly, I closed the folder in front of me.

Maxine.

Yes?

You seem awfully confident.

Her smile froze slightly.

I tilted my head. What makes you so sure Maverick would marry you after I leave?

The room suddenly became tense.

I continued calmly. You're Anthony's widow. Maverick was Anthony's identical twin. If the two of you got married, the entire city would talk about it. I met her eyes. Are you really sure that's what Maverick wants?

I almost laughed. Not because she was funny, but because the arrogance was unbelievable.

Slowly, I closed the folder in front of me.

Maxine.

Yes?

You seem awfully confident.

Her smile froze slightly.

I tilted my head. What makes you so sure Maverick would marry you after I leave?

The room suddenly became tense.

I continued calmly. You're Anthony's widow. Maverick was Anthony's identical twin. If the two of you got married, the entire city would talk about it. I met her eyes. Are you really sure that's what Maverick wants?

The smug expression instantly disappeared.

Maxine shot to her feet. How dare you? Her face twisted with rage. How dare you look down on me?

She grabbed my collar, her nails digging into my skin.

You think you're better than me because your marriage certificate still exists? You think you've won because your husband hasn't publicly abandoned you yet? You've always been like this.

I frowned. Like what?

Acting innocent. Her voice became venomous. Ever since we were kids, everyone pitied you. But what did you ever have that I didn't?

She laughed bitterly.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Then her expression changed. A cruel smile slowly spread across her face, and something about it made my stomach tighten.

Since we're being honest, maybe I should tell you the truth.

I didn't respond.

Maxine lowered her voice. Maverick never loved you the way you think he did.

The words hit harder than I expected.

She saw my reaction and smiled, satisfied.

You know why he kept coming back to me? Because he wanted to. Not because anyone forced him. After I got pregnant, he still came to my room. Again and again. He couldn't stay away.

Every word felt like a knife twisting deeper.

He told me I was exciting. He said being with me felt alive.

Her eyes glittered maliciously.

You know what else he said?

I stayed silent.

She laughed. He said you were boring. That being in bed with you felt like sleeping beside a corpse.

The room fell completely silent.

For several seconds, I simply stared at her.

Then I answered softly.

You know, that's interesting.

Maxine blinked.

I shrugged. Because escorts are exciting too.

Her smile vanished.

I continued calmly. They're paid to make people happy. They're trained to be entertaining. I looked directly into her eyes. But I've never seen anyone rushing to marry one.

For a few seconds, Maxine simply stared at me as if she couldn't believe what she'd heard.

Then she exploded.

You bitch!

Her hand flew upward.

For a moment, I thought she was about to hit me.

But then something strange happened, she stopped.

A chill ran down my spine.

Because I recognized that look.

That smile that terrifying smile. The same one she'd worn years ago when we were children.

No way... I whispered.

Maxine's smile widened. Sandra. Her voice became soft, almost playful. Do you remember our favorite game?

My blood ran cold.

I immediately stood. No.

The smile remained.

Yes.

Fear gripped my chest because suddenly, I remembered. I remembered everything.

Back when we were children, Maxine used to say the exact same thing.

Let's play a game.

Those words haunted my childhood.

I was the middle child, and Maxine was older than me. After our twin youngest brother was born, our parents barely paid attention to either of us anymore. But Maxine took it especially badly. She hated being ignored.

And somehow, I became the target.

Whenever she got angry, she'd take it out on me. She'd push me, hit me, lock me in rooms, and destroy my things.

Then one day, when I threatened to tell our parents, she smiled.

The exact same smile she was wearing now.

Let's play a game.

I still remembered it perfectly. I was crying, holding my favorite toy, terrified. Maxine suddenly snatched the toy from my hands and slammed it against her own forehead.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Blood immediately started running down her face.

I stood there frozen, too shocked to move and too shocked to speak.

Meanwhile, Maxine kept laughing.

Actually laughing.

This game is called See Who They Believe.

Then she'd thrown the toy onto the floor.

A second later, she started crying loudly and desperately, like she was the victim.

Mom! Dad! Sandra hit me! She threw the toy at my head!

The memory still made me sick.

My parents never listened.

They saw blood and immediately believed her.

Every single time.

And after discovering how well it worked, Maxine kept doing it. Over and over again. Whenever she wanted attention. Whenever she wanted sympathy. Whenever she wanted me punished.

That game became a nightmare that followed me through my entire childhood.

Eventually, when we grew older, she stopped.

Or at least I thought she had.

Now, staring at that familiar smile, I realized I was wrong.

Maxine had never changed.

She'd simply been waiting for the perfect moment to play again. And judging by the look in her eyes, that moment had finally arrived.

I never thought Maxine would use that same trick again after all these years. Not after everything that happened between us growing up. But I was wrong.

It happened too fast. One second she was standing near the stairs, and the next she suddenly screamed.

Ah! Maxine screamed.

Her body tilted back and she fell straight down the stairs. The sound echoed through the living room like a gunshot. She hit the floor hard and stayed there, bleeding.

My whole body froze. I didnt even get the chance to move.

Then everything turned into chaos. Mavericks family rushed forward like wolves.

My father-in-law grabbed my arm so tightly it hurt.

You did this?! Mr. Farrington shouted. You pushed her, didnt you? I knew it. I always knew you were jealous of her.

My mother-in-law screamed through tears.

My son is already gone, and now you want to destroy his wife too? She's carrying the Farrington heir!

The servants ran in. Maverick appeared at the stairs.

But nobody was looking at Maxine like it was an accident. They were all looking at me like I was already guilty.

Maverick didnt speak at first. He just stared at Maxine lying on the floor, then looked at me. That silence hurt more than any accusation.

Before I could explain anything, they grabbed me and dragged me out of the house.

I kept saying it over and over.

I didnt push her, I said. I swear I didnt.

But nobody listened. They never did.

...

The hospital was bright and cold. Too clean for something so ugly.

They dragged me inside like I was already convicted. My father-in-law kept holding my arm tightly like I was still a child.

You think we didnt see it? Mr. Farrington said sharply. You think were blind? Your blood type matches hers. Youll donate right now.

My mother-in-law nodded like it was obvious.

She hurt her, Mrs. Farrington said coldly. So she pays. If she needs blood, take from her. Take everything she needs.

My voice shook.

I didnt push her, I said. I swear I didnt.

But it didnt matter. Nothing I said ever mattered.

They strapped me down. My arms were pinned. The needle went into my arm and I flinched hard.

It hurt.

The blood started leaving my body. Slow. Steady. Like something being taken that I couldnt get back.

200 ml. 400 ml. 600 ml.

My vision blurred. The room started to feel far away. Cold. Empty.

And then I remembered again.

That game. Maxine smiling with blood on her forehead. Lets see who they believe.

My parents yelling. Everyone always choosing her version. Always me being wrong, even when I didnt do anything.

My throat tightened.

I really thought marriage would be different. I thought Maverick would see me. I thought I finally had someone on my side. But now I understood something I didnt want to admit. Some people never get chosen. They just get blamed.

A nurses voice suddenly cut through the noise.

Stop! the nurse shouted. Shes losing too much blood! Her vitals are dropping! She's dying!

Everything started spinning. Someone shook me. I heard my name.

Sandra! Sandra!

But even that voice felt far away, then the next thing I heard was a long beeping line and then everything went quiet.