Drowning in Borrowed Love

The biggest regret of my life was falling in love with my sister's husband.

When I first met him at twenty, I was trapped in an alley by a group of girls who used to bully me.

He threw his jacket over my head, chased them off, and saved what little dignity I had left.

I fell for him right then.

That flutter came to an abrupt halt the weekend my sister Vivian brought him home.

I actively avoided every encounter with them and immediately applied to graduate schools over a thousand miles away after graduation.