The Thorns of LoveChapter 1
In the second year of our marriage, my husband, Sean Everstone and his 'adoptive sister' posted a marriage certificate on social media.
When I confronted him, he snapped impatiently, "Mischa and I have a show coming up, it's just a publicity stunt. Can't you stop overreacting?"
Later, it turned out that our marriage certificate was fake. He stopped pretending.
He openly professed his love for her, seized my family assets and even triggered my mother's fatal illness.
When their lovey-dovey actions knocked over my mother's urn, I finally gave up hope.
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In these two years of marriage, Sean rarely had time to spend with me.
This morning, I checked his latest update. The picture showed two marriage certificates arranged in the shape of a heart, captioned: "My one true love; I'll love you forever, @Mischa is so adorable."
Mischa Preston was his junior apprentice and she had followed him since her debut.
I immediately called Sean. He answered with his usual gentle voice, "Krystal, what's the matter?"
I didn't beat around the bush, "What's the meaning of your latest post? You're my husband, yet you've registered marriage with my step sister. Are you playing games with me, Sean?"
His tone turned impatient, "Mischa and I have a show coming up. It's just for marketing purposes. Can't you stop being so dramatic? I work hard every day, filming till late at night, who am I doing this for? Isn't it all for this family? Can you just understand and be a bit more considerate?"
I silently endured Sean's scolding. Then I asked softly, "When will you be back? It's Mom's birthday in a few days. Let's go home and have dinner together …"
He hurriedly replied, "We'll see," and hung up.
Right before the call ended, I thought I heard Mischa's voice in the background. She asked quietly, "Is that Krystal? Does she know about us?" I wasn't sure if I'd heard wrong.
Sean's affection for his junior apprentice Mischa was well-known in the crew.
My friends had warned me about the possibility between them more than once.
So I called him again. The mechanical voice of a female operator suddenly sounded: "The number you dialed is currently switched off."
The room was silent, so silent I could hear my anxious heartbeat grow louder. Suddenly, darkness enveloped the room.