After My Sister-in-Law’s Eighth Miscarriage, I Chose Divorce

My sister-in-law was tricked by my wife’s assistant into going to a mountain village and was forced to marry a local man. When she finally found a moment to call me for help, she had already lost eight pregnancies.

On the phone, she told me that this time she was carrying a boy, but the birth wasn’t going well and she was bleeding heavily. The villagers refused to send her to the hospital and instead trusted in some old home remedy and they pressed her stomach with a rolling pin.

I anxiously asked her to tell me the address. But just right then, my wife grabbed the phone from me and smashed it on the floor.

“Are you done now, Yohan? Are you done trying to make your sister get a divorce? You keep interfering with her life and marriage. Do you have no morals at all?”

“If it weren’t for Kevin helping your sister get married, that nerd would’ve stayed single forever.”

That was when I realized that my wife always believed the woman who got tricked into the mountains was my real sister, not hers.

She took out thirty-five dollars from her pocket and threw it at me. “That’s the bride price they gave you. Take it and stop making trouble.”

I looked at the money on the ground and gave a bitter smile.

Then she held out her hand as she asked, “Don’t you know any manners? Where’s your family’s dowry?”

I looked at her with no expression and said, “You should be the one to prepare it.”

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My words made my wife, Willa Thompson, furious. She looked at me with disgust as she replied, “Yohan, is your family trying to take advantage of me? Your sister is married and you expect me to pay for the dowry? Are you and your family beggars or what?”

“If you have that much time to argue with me, just call your father and tell him to get the money ready.”

“Let me tell you the truth, your sister wasn’t even the one they wanted. They just wanted someone healthy who could have children. If Kevin hadn’t worked to set this up, she would never have married.”

“You’d better send the dowry soon. If she gets mistreated at her husband’s house, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I stared at her cold gaze and that made me feel bitter. So, this was how she really saw my family.

Then, I asked her, “You haven’t talked to your sister in a long time, have you?”

Willa’s face suddenly went tense. She watched me carefully and snapped, “What are you trying to say? You want to go after Quincy now? I’m warning you, if you dare lay a finger on her, I will never forgive you.”

She even grabbed my collar and said through gritted teeth, “Don’t you ever talk about my sister again.”

I heard the rage in her voice and I laughed quietly.

Quincy was her younger sister, the only family she had in this world. She loved her like a precious treasure.

Once, when a man whistled at Quincy, Willa lost her temper. She took her bodyguards to that street and started a fight with anyone who looked wrong in her eyes.

Now, I couldn’t even imagine how she would feel if she found out her own sister had been tricked by her assistant, Kevin Lorenzo, into marrying a stranger in the mountain village.

I bent down to pick up my phone, but Willa stepped on it hard and crushed it with her heel.

I said coldly, “Willa, my sister just called me. She’s having a hard time giving birth right now and her life is in danger. We have to find a way to save her.”

She just replied without emotion, “It takes at least four hours to drive from the city to that village. If she can get through it, there’s no need to rush just to save her. If she can’t, well, calling for help now won’t change anything.”

Then she kicked my phone again and the pieces flew everywhere.

I held back my anger and said, “My sister grew up in the city and has never lived in a place like that. She can’t survive in a remote mountain village.”