When My Husband Chose My Sister Over Me Again
In this new life, I decided to put my sister's name on the marriage certificate. This time, I fulfilled Oliver's wishes. In this lifetime, I let my sister wear the Victorian-style dress and placed the engagement ring on her finger for him. I personally arranged every meeting between him and my sister. When he took her to New York, I swiftly headed south to attend college in San Francisco. All because in my previous life, even into our fifties, he and our son still begged me for a divorce. I surrendered their final romantic fate to them. Living anew, I only want to spread my wings and soar, leaving love far behind. ... "Just hand it over once you've filled in the name."
Oliver impatiently drummed his fingers on the table.
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Chapter 3
Oliver stepped out of Zara's room, looking slightly awkward.
"I-I just wanted to check on Zara since she wasn't feeling well," he said, stumbling over his words.
I gave a casual nod and turned to head back to my room. In my previous life, I'd wasted countless hours arguing with him over how close he was to Zara. This time, I wasn't going to let it drain my energy.
He called after me, "Nina."
"How about we get some chocolates to share with the neighbors' wives?"
I looked at him, surprised. Then it dawned on me: this was probably his way of making up for the fact that I hadn't kicked up a fuss about their closeness.
"That's unnecessary," I replied. "There's no point in engaging in such empty gestures."
He seemed taken aback, perhaps because he hadn't expected me to reject his suggestion.
"Are you angry with Oliver for looking after me, sis?" Zara came out of the room, feigning innocence and guilt. She was wearing the Victorian-style dress I had saved up for months in my past life, intended for our wedding photos—a dress I'd never worn.
Seeing my expression, Zara quickly explained, "I saw this dress on your bed and thought it was lovely. I wanted to try it on and forgot to take it off."
She lowered her head, twisting her fingers like a child trying to appear apologetic.
Oliver instinctively began, "Nina, you don't—"
I cut him off, keeping my tone calm, "You look good in it. Why don't you keep it? I never wore it anyway."
I could detect the faint scent of stress and longing on the dress, remembering the nights I'd rushed home in tears. The thought now made me feel repulsed.
As their shocked expressions lingered, I returned to my bedroom and locked the door behind me.
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8.7
The grand pack hall thrummed with anticipation, hundreds of wolves gathered beneath the vaulted timber ceiling. I stood beside Victor on the raised platform, my Luna dress—a deep emerald that once made his eyes soften with pride—now feeling like chains against my skin. The Lycan Council Summit was only three days away, and this was meant to be our moment of triumph. "Brothers and sisters of Silver Creek," Victor's voice boomed across the hall, his Alpha tone making the younger wolves straighten instinctively. "The Summit approaches, where we will finally claim our rightful place among the dominant territories."
Applause erupted. I smiled, the expression as practiced as breathing after fifteen years. My hands remained clasped before me, the perfect picture of a supportive Luna. But my wolf stirred uneasily within, sensing something amiss in the way Victor's gaze swept past me to linger on the crowd below. "To commemorate this historic moment," he continued, turning to me with what others might mistake for warmth, "I have a gift for my Luna."
My heart, foolish thing that it was, still fluttered with hope. Perhaps the distance between us these past months had been the stress of preparation.
8.2
On the battlefield, I fought desperately, turning the tide of what should have been a defeat. On the way back to the pack territory, I encountered Isaac Meyer, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, whom I had loved for years. I thought he was there to celebrate with me, so I rushed toward him, throwing myself into his arms. But he struck me with a single blow, knocking me unconscious. When I woke, rumors had already spread through the pack that I had fled the battle, and my Delta, Ella Sullivan, was credited with leading the victory. I went to confront him, but he looked down at me with cold indifference. “You’ve already earned plenty of glory,” he said dismissively. “Ella has been your subordinate for years. Isn’t it fair to let her have this one?”
His expression was so detached, so unfeeling, that I finally understood why he had insisted I lead this battle. It had all been a setup.
8.1
Rejected by her fated mate and forced into a sham marriage, Aria Winters must navigate a life of humiliation and loneliness as the Luna-in-name-only of the Blackwood Pack.
Alpha Damien Blackwood publicly rejected her on her eighteenth birthday, choosing a human girl over his true mate. But when pack politics threaten to destabilize his rule, Aria is forced into a contract marriage with the man who despises her—all to save her dying brother.
Now, trapped in a gilded cage and tormented by Damien’s mistress, Aria must find the strength to survive in a world that sees her as nothing more than a weak Omega. But beneath the surface, a quiet power is stirring… and Aria is about to discover that even the most broken wolves can learn to rise again.
7.9
For five years, April Gamble loved Julian Travis with everything she had, trusting him completely.
But on a stormy night, he casually tossed a liquidation agreement at her feet, single-handedly destroying her grandfather's company.
He coldly admitted he only dated her to steal Vance Group's internal financial data.
"You were convenient," Julian said, swirling his whiskey without a shred of guilt.
Before April could even process the brutal betrayal, a breaking news alert lit up her phone.
She watched in absolute horror as her grandfather jumped from the ledge of the Vance Tower on live television.
Julian looked at her writhing, screaming form with utter boredom and simply ordered his bodyguard to throw her out.
Blinded by grief and tears, April sped into the torrential rain, only to be completely crushed by a hydroplaning transport truck at an intersection.
As the shattered glass tore into her skin and the metal crushed her ribs, she died with a hatred so pure it made her teeth ache.
Why did five years of devotion mean absolutely nothing to him? Why did her family have to die just to feed his ruthless greed?
When she opened her eyes again, the harsh hospital lights blinded her, but the familiar burn scar on her arm was gone.
She wasn't the betrayed financial analyst April Gamble anymore.
She had woken up in the body of Altagracia Blanchard, the most notorious, obscenely wealthy heiress in New York.
Julian had taken everything from her, but now, armed with a billionaire's empire, she was going to bury him.
7.9
During my birthday gathering, Erik Hawkins, the Lycan Prince and my mate, wrapped his arm around Gracie Shaw, his childhood crush and unattainable dream. He gently patted her belly and turned to me, his voice dripping with false concern. “She’s pregnant. What should we do, darling?” The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to choke on. No one at the table dared to stand up for me, nor did they worry I might make a scene. I stood calmly, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Congratulations.” Congratulations to him for achieving what he’d always wanted, and congratulations to me for finally letting go. Loving him had long since become a draining effort. ---
An hour had passed since the party was supposed to begin. The dishes were cold, and even the server, a young Delta from our pack, had asked multiple times if it was time to bring out the cake.
8.6
After Beta Benicio Lewis drove drunk and hit a Delta from our pack, I took the blame and spent two years in the rogue cells. The day after my release, we hurriedly planned a mating ceremony. That night, he led me into the packhouse’s largest room, which was cloaked in darkness. He shoved me onto the bed, and I instinctively reached for him. But then all the lights suddenly switched on, and I was shocked to see several Alphas from neighboring packs surrounding the bed. Their dominant auras pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. "I’ve never been with an Omega from the rogue cells before. I wonder how this will turn out," one of them sneered, his Alpha tone cutting through the air. I attempted to get up, but my limbs felt weak, my body burning up, and all the men looked like Benicio. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, but I silenced her, refusing to show weakness.