Chapter 4

As soon as I finished speaking, James, who had been looking impatient just moments ago, suddenly transformed into a different person, his face beaming with joy.

He gripped my hands tightly:

"Really? You're not lying to me, are you?"

Seeing his eager expression, I couldn't help but sneer.

Why would I lie about something like this?

Is this how little he thought of me?

The usually reserved James started dancing with joy the moment he confirmed this news.

Watching him, my heart filled with bitterness. The man I loved was so excited because he was going to marry my sister.

What a huge joke.

But I still tried my best to remain calm:

"So when do you plan to get married? I don't think there's any rush, after all, she just..."

Before I could finish saying "lost her husband," he excitedly shook his head:

"No, no, no! If she chose me, it proves she likes me too. I've waited for so many years, I absolutely can't wait any longer. I want to marry her today!"

I couldn't believe my ears:

"Today? Isn't that too rushed?"

But he couldn't hear a word I was saying, continuously rubbing his hands:

"Yes! Today! Can't wait! Go tell your sister to get ready! I'll tidy up and then come to pick her up!"

I didn't want to stay there any longer. I fled home like the wind and told my sister this news in a daze.

My sister just nodded, saying nothing.

The wedding was held quickly, with all the men in town gathering reluctantly.

They were all jealous that James had successfully married my sister.

After all, she was the object of desire for every man in town.

James was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes never leaving my sister.

As for my sister, who had been married many times before, she showed no emotion, as cold as if she were attending someone else's wedding.

By the time the wedding ended, James was drunk and could barely stand.

He insisted on holding my hand to chat:

"Don't worry, Mia! I'm your brother-in-law now. I'll treat you like my own little sister!"

The smile on my face was extremely forced.

The man I loved had become my brother-in-law. What a mess!

James skipped the usual post-wedding celebration. If it weren't for the guests who hadn't left yet, he would have eagerly dragged my sister into the bedroom.

Finally, everything quieted down, leaving just the three of us in the big house.

James completely ignored my existence, grinning as he held my sister's hand:

"Look, it's already dark. Since we're married now, shouldn't we..."

At this moment, he had lost all semblance of a teacher's demeanor, looking every bit like an old lecher.

But my sister coyly pushed him away:

"Oh, you naughty boy. Come with me to the bedroom."

James immediately dropped his chopsticks and followed her like an obedient puppy.

Originally, I should have quickly left after clearing the dishes.

But the question in my mind grew bigger and bigger.

How could my sister, a mentally ill person with blood on her hands, have such magic to attract everyone in town?

The question marks were about to burst my brain.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I carefully moved to the window of their new room.

I stood on tiptoe and peeked inside.

That one glance nearly scared my soul out of my body.