Because she was the sister, I always had to give in.
She could call me an old hag in jest—I had to endure.
She could mock me for my age—I had to swallow it.
Two years of marriage, and I’d lost count of how many times I’d tolerated her.
Not anymore.
I said coldly, “Ethan Brooks, we’re done.”
He froze, unable to react. Robert and Margaret panicked too.
Chloe quickly hurried over, grabbing my arm with feigned sweetness.
“Lily, I know you don’t mean it. You’ve only been married two years, still in the honeymoon stage. Why talk about divorce?”
“It’s my fault. I know I was wrong. I won’t say those things again, okay?”
“It’s just that after so many years, I can’t stop leaning on my brother. I lost my sense of boundaries.”
She tugged me with one hand and pulled Ethan closer with the other.
“Ethan, go comfort Lily! Don’t let her really divorce you. What if she’s pregnant for real one day? You’ll regret it!”
“What, do you really want me to be a child bride? I don’t even want to get married!”
She kept shooting looks at Ethan.
And the next moment, Ethan gave in.
“Fine, Lily, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have spoken harshly or doubted you.”
“Don’t make a scene. Do it for me, okay?”
“My parents are watching.”