Married to the Wrong Sister

Rather than a birthday banquet, it felt more like they were hosting another wedding reception.

From the moment Martha entered the venue arm in arm with Bosco, they became the center of attention.

Mom sat beside them, watching them with a face full of affection.

I spotted my closest colleague, Faith Bowen, in the crowd.

Out of habit, I raised my hand to wave at her—only to see her walk straight past me and embrace Martha instead.

"Babe!" she called warmly.

She used to call me that.

"Martha, did you see the news? The one your husband reported yesterday? I think it happened at our hospital!"

For the first time, I eagerly anticipated seeing a flicker of panic cross Martha's face.

But to my disappointment, she remained perfectly composed. "Hmm... I think so too."

Faith shook her head. "I wonder if this will hurt the hospital's reputation. Our last PR crisis was five years ago when Abigail abandoned her job and caused an uproar."

That was the first time I'd heard Faith speak of me with such disdain. It was a bitter departure from her usual staunch defense of me, standing by my side no matter what.

Martha took a slow sip of tea. "I'm sure Abigail had her reasons."

Faith slammed her hand on the table in fury. "Reasons? What excuse could she possibly have for cheating on Mr. Sharp and walking away from so many patients?"

Her outburst drew the attention of everyone around.

"So many people were left waiting. Some were in critical condition and nearly died because of the delays. Others suffered complications from postponed exams. Even Mr. Torres was so furious that he fell ill."

Bosco chimed in then. "Fortunately, we had Martha. Despite her injuries, she stepped up to help that person to complete the urgent work."

Hearing the way he referred to me—never even saying my name—sent a piercing ache through my chest.

Eugene Torres approached, patting Martha's back.

"Yes, even though it went against protocol, it was lucky you acted in time. And later, you even proved with your skills that I made the right decision in letting you take Abigail's place."

The surrounding colleagues burst into applause, heaping Martha with praise.

Even Mom stood up, lifting her glass in a toast.

"Even though they're twins, this daughter of mine is far better than the other. That one might as well be dead."

Upon hearing the contempt in Mom's voice, I felt my heart twist in unbearable pain.

"But Mom… I am dead. If you knew, would you mourn me?"

Martha's eyes flickered with satisfaction before she turned to Bosco with feigned curiosity.

"Honey, if Abigail died, would you be sad?"

"No."

His response was immediate—so swift it felt rehearsed, like he had practiced it a thousand times before.

"She is shameless… Even if that illegitimate child had been born, it should have been trampled to death. She betrayed her profession and ruined so many lives. She deserved to die under the knife—to be cut open and gutted like the disgrace she was!

"Her death would be a blessing to humanity."

I stared at Bosco, listening to him predict my manner of death, and in a daze, I recalled the despair and agony of that moment.

"But my child was not illegitimate. It was your child, Bosco!" I shouted.

Tears of blood slipped from my eyes as I let out a hollow, bitter laugh. "Bosco, congratulations. You finally got what you wanted."