Not Your Backup Bride

Summary

When I was 18, I caught my sister lifting Carter’s shirt, her hands trailing over his abs.

The boy’s shirt hung loose, and he simply let her do whatever she wanted.

At 22, Carter listened to his family and married me.

But everyone knew that even though we were married, he still couldn't let go of the sister he loved so fiercely.

Later, I asked for a divorce.

He stayed silent for a long time before finally signing the divorce papers.

"If you ever need any help in the future, just ask."

At 28, I came back to attend his wedding to my sister.

He glared darkly at the man standing beside me.