My husband never loved me during our five-year marriage.

But I never thought he would cheat on me with his brother’s wife.

“I can't believe I thought you were a man. You're no man Sebastian Frost, but a heartless monster!”

Dimmed lights, flowers on the bed, soft music in the background, and Sebastian was groaning against my ear. Everything about this night was perfect and heaven.

I moaned, closed my eyes, and clutched my nails deep into his skin.

"A- Anna... Yes." He groaned, and I thought, 'Nope, he's just drunk.'

I felt spontaneous and flipped him to the bed and got on top of him. I wanted to ride him until my name was the only word that could slip out of his mouth. I wanted to be the only thing that possessed him and all his thoughts.

"Anastasia..." The name came out as a whisper from his mouth. I looked around to see if anyone was in the room with us, but there wasn't.

"It's Sienna, your wife, Sebastian. I am your wife." I continued to show him what I was made of as I rode him.

He felt so good and huge inside me. I couldn't get enough of it. I couldn't get enough of him. He was all mine. And I was all his.

"Yes, Anastasia... I see you." He reached for my face and cupped it in his big hands, and I stopped moving and looked at him in horror.

"What did you just call me?"

"Ana -" I didn't wait for him to finish saying the name and I jumped off him.

"Sebastian?" I called him as I stood on the side of the bed, infuriated and waiting for him to come to his senses and explain to me what just happened.

"Anastasia... I love you. I love you." He mumbled and then snored when he turned over.

It felt like a nightmare when I realized that the same Anastasia that he was calling for her name, was his sister-in-law.

"Is my husband sleeping with his brother's wife?" I asked myself, and I felt like I was breaking into pieces when I remembered that he always, always invited Anastasia to every dinner date that we went to.

He always compared my hair and back figure to Anastasia's and wanted me to keep my hair straight and hanging just like she did.

His friends and brother had more than once said that I looked like Anastasia from the back, and all that didn't ring a bell to me because I thought that Sebastian loved me, even though he couldn't say it.

I stood there and the realization of everything that took place hit me like a rock in the face. I felt numb and didn't know what to say or do.

I bent over and took my shirt on the floor, put it on, and went to sit on the couch in our bedroom that faced the bed and I watched him sleep.

In the morning, I was still awake and watched as he opened his eyes and saw me sitting there and just staring at him. He cleared his throat and sat up on the bed.

"You're awake."

"Good morning," I replied, and tears just slipped from my eyes.

When he saw me crying, he got off the bed covers and sat on the edge. "What's wrong, Sienna?"

I scoffed. "So, you remember my name?"

"What?"

Ugh, of course. He didn't remember last night since he was drunk.

"I'm not Anastasia to you anymore?" I stood up from the couch and looked at him. And I couldn't recognize the man I married five years ago.

"What are you talking about?" He stood up, uncovered as he was.

"You called me Anastasia last night! Several times as if you were making love to her!" I snapped, angrily.

I felt like grabbing him by his neck and bumping his face against the wall until he lost all his senses and told me exactly what came over him and that I was not hallucinating.

He sighed. "I don't have time for this, Sienna. If you want to fight, you picked the wrong guy." He attempted to walk to the bathroom but I stood in his way and stopped him.

"You're not going anywhere, Sebastian. Are you sleeping with your brother's wife?" I asked him.

"How dare you make such a vile accusation against me?" He roared.

"How dare you call her name while you were making love to me? You were with me, your wife, Sienna, when you called her name, why?!"

"I was drunk. Now, get out of my way."

"That's all you have to say, Sebastian? You were drunk? You called her name in our bed and you’re saying you were drunk?!"

"If you don't get out of my way this instant, Sienna, you don't want to know what I'll do." He pointed his finger at me.

I scoffed. "Oh, you will call her and confirm to me that I was not dreaming when you called her name while you were inside my?!"

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“You called somebody else’s name in our bed, Sebastian! Have you no shame?!” I wanted him to reassure me that it was nothing and that he was sorry.

I wanted to hear him own up to his actions and be a man about it. A man that I married and was proud to call my husband.

“You don’t think for a second that perhaps I mistook her beautiful face for yours?”

“What?”

“Oh come on, Sienna. You and I both know that she is more beautiful than you. So, don’t you think that could have been the reason why I kept calling her name?”

“Sebastian, how could you say this to me?” I felt a cold shiver down my spine and I was lost for words.

“Get outta my way and I won’t have to do this,” he scolded as he looked at me.

“I am your wife. You made an oath to love me -”

“You have nothing to offer in this marriage other than what’s between your legs, so why do you want to make this such a big deal?”

“How am I making this a big deal when you sleelping with me and now calling me ugly compared to your brother’s wife?!”

He gave me a stern look before he walked past me, went to the bathroom, and closed the door behind him.

And just like that, five years of our marriage were in vain. All those moments with him were nothing but what could have been if he were with Anastasia.

All the compliments that I was as beautiful as her, it was because he wished that I was her.

He never loved me. How could he? I was just his substitute wife.

Is my husband sleeping with his brother’s wife?

My husband never loved me during our five-year marriage. He only married my out of pity. I was nothing more than his brother’s wife’s substitute.

“I want to divorce ASAP. ”

"You will receive the divorce papers later this afternoon." My husband's words rang in my ears even after he was gone.

I rolled on the bathroom door with my back and sat down, crying. It felt as if I could not breathe and my whole body was weak. I closed my eyes and hoped that when I opened them, this would be nothing but a dream.

But when I opened them, I realized that this was real. My husband finally confessed that he never loved me.

This was my greatest fear all the years that we were married because he never even once professed his love for me. Even though he did everything for me so that I did not need to work a day in my life.

I thought that if I remained faithful and loving to him, he was going to be able to love me back and see me as his wife.

I dreamt of the day he would look into my eyes and tell me how much he loved me. I never thought that he’d look into my eyes to tell me that he was in love with another woman and wanted a divorce.

"Mrs. Frost?" Fiona called outside the door.

Like the big girl that I was, I got off the floor, wiped off my tears, and went out to answer the door with a smile on my face like I usually do. I took deep breaths as I went out of the bathroom and opened the door.

"Yes, Fiona? Good morning."

"Good morning, ma'am. You have a guest downstairs," she informed me. I was stunned for a moment that I could have a guest early this morning, especially today when I was not in the mood to socialize.

But I put on a big girl smile and pretended that I was delighted to hear the news. "Tell my guest that I will be joining them in a minute."

"All right, Mrs. Frost. I will do that." Fiona left, and I closed the door and took a deep breath. I didn't want to break down before I met the guest.

I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I went back to the bedroom, did a quite simple make-up touch-up with a nice dress, and brushed my hair.

When I felt the urge to tie it all into a bun, I remembered that Sebastian always said that I looked more beautiful with my hair loose. I then let it loose, got up, and headed downstairs.

"Oh hey, Sienna!" Anastasia got up from her chair as I walked into the sitting room.

"Oh, Ana. It's you," I didn't know what to say as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek.

"Girl, you look stunning." She complimented me as we sat down on our chairs.

I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing in my house. Her face was the last thing that I wanted to see after my husband mentioned her name countless times last night while he was with me.

It felt as if she came to gloat that she had managed to take my husband away from me. It wasn't enough that she had her own husband.

"You look great too, Ana. What brings you here?"

She embraced her tummy. "Didn't Sebastian tell you the news?"

"What news?" My heart literally dropped when I realized that she was hinting about her pregnancy, and Sebastian didn't tell me. Not that he had to, but still...

"I am 7 weeks pregnant!" She beamed.

"Oh my gosh, Ana! That is great news! When did you announce it?"

"Sebby came by the house last night, and my husband and I could not wait to share the news with him." She smiled. She looked so happy. I envied her.

"I am so happy for you, Ana. I am sure Samuel is very thrilled about having an addition to your little family."

"He is very happy. And speaking of a little family, when are you and Sebby thinking of having your own child?"

I looked away and cleared my throat. "I don't think that's ever going to happen."

"Oh," she reacted. "Why?"

"Because we are getting divorced," I just had to blurt it out.

The room was silent for an awkward minute before Anastaisa broke the silence. "Oh wow. That's uh- wow. What happened?"

My husband called your name while he was inside me. But no, I could not say that now, could I? Instead, I got up from my chair and made it clear to her that I was not in the mood for a talk.

"I'm sorry, Ana. But I need some time to myself."

"Of course, I understand. I can’t imagine what you’re going through. It must be difficult going through a divorce, I hope it doesn’t involve another woman.”

I swallowed and just stared at her, not knowing how to respond to her statement.

She got up from her chair. “You guys were so happy together, all those trips and vacations you took, I couldn’t help but notice how much he was into you. It’s so sad that you are now getting divorced.” She flashed me a sympathetic smile.

It was so funny how those trips and vacations that she was talking about, she was there and third-wheeling in our marriage.

I hardly had time with my husband because she was there. Everywhere that he went, she was there and being the little perfect missy that got him obsessed over her.

“Thank you, Ana, for your kind words, but you should know that he is still very much into me. We just realized that we want different things, and that doesn’t mean it involves another woman.” I smiled at her.

She chuckled softly. “Well, if you are so sure about that, no worries. Anyway, I hope you find love and compliment each other.”

She gave me a quick hug and left. I stood there like a statue and couldn’t believe everything that she said. It sounded as if she knew what conspired the divorce, and I felt my heart breaking.

It was crystal clear that I had lost Sebastian, and there was nothing that I could do to bring him back.

I headed upstairs to my room and sobbed after closing the door. It started to sink in that I was getting divorced from the only man that I had ever loved and wanted to be with all my life.

There was no one else for me but Sebastian, and the thought of us never being together tore my heart.

When the divorce papers finally came, I sat down on the couch in the bedroom and read it. Sebastian was giving me one billion cash as a divorce settlement.

I scoffed when I realized that he was paying me off for being his substitute wife and not because I deserved that amount. He was feeling sorry for me.

After everything that happened and how we met, I never thought that I’d wake up and see the hate in his eyes when I confronted him about last night.

He was a different man than the one I knew the night we first met. I guess I was dumb and naive to think that he could be the one for me. Now I have to start from scratch…

I sent Sebastian a text to keep his money and that I was not going to need it. After I was done, I packed all my clothes, signed the divorce papers, and left.

I didn't know where I was going as I drove through the rainy weather, crying and wishing that this happened way earlier before I fell in love with him.

I wondered if he was going to be happy now that I was out of his life and was no longer going to remind him of the woman that he could never call his own.

I wondered if he was ever going to realize that I was the only woman who loved him regardless of everything that he had to offer me. I wondered if he was ever going to look back and wish that he could turn back the hands of time.

The traffic lights were turning green when I started driving and didn't realize that there was a car coming on my side, and before I knew it, there was a big crash.

I opened my eyes as I slipped in and out of consciousness, and when I heard someone opening the vehicle door, I blacked out.