His Adoptive Sister Interrupted Our Wedding Night

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My best friend got married, and it took a whole year before she found out her husband had a first crush he couldn't forget.

Later, that woman caused so much chaos in her home that my friend left the marriage with nothing. She was depressed for an entire year afterward.

She warned me:

Natalie, don't marry a man like that.

So when my father pushed me into an arranged marriage, I investigated Ethan thoroughly.

He came from a good family, had no lingering first crush, no childhood sweetheart, and had even cut ties cleanly with all his exes.

The only unusual thing was that the Carter family had adopted a girl ten years ago and had been raising her abroad for school.

My father didn't think much of it.

"She's just Ethan's adoptive sister. The Carter family raised her, and when she became an adult, they set up a trust fund for her. It's enough to keep her comfortable abroad for the rest of her life."

I closed the folder and decided to marry Ethan.

But in the third year of our marriage, on the very first night Ethan brought his adoptive sister back from abroad---we were about to have sex.

The girl carefully pushed open our bedroom door. "It's too quiet in my room. I'm scared being alone..."

Ethan got up helplessly and told me in a gentle voice to go to sleep first.

I sat alone in the darkness for a long time---

Then I immediately called over a dozen male models to throw a party at the house.

Ethan was drawn out of the room by the music and laughter.

"Get out!"

His words were calm, but they made everyone's spine go cold.

The handsome guys fled in panic, leaving only the two of us in the living room.

"What's the meaning of this?"

Ethan frowned at me.

Behind him, Raven was still wearing that ultra-short white lace nightgown, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, looking pitiful.

I sat comfortably on the sofa, legs crossed, holding a glass of wine. "Didn't your sister say she was scared being alone? I brought more people to keep her company in bed."

Raven's face turned pale. "What do you take me for!"

I smiled brilliantly, enunciating each word: "A shameless homewrecker who seduces her own brother."

Ethan's expression turned cold instantly. "Natalie."

Raven's eyes reddened, trembling with anger. "What right do you have to say that about me! Everyone knows you used to be a player! A slut! If it weren't for the marriage arrangement between our families, my brother would never have married a woman like you!"

"Raven, shut up!"

Raven froze, tears falling as she looked hurt. "You're yelling at me? You're yelling at me for that woman? Didn't you hear how she insulted me? Fine, I'll leave. I'll leave!"

The young girl ran toward the door in distress, her pathetically short nightgown looking like it might fall off at any moment.

Ethan frowned, swept her up in his arms, and carried her back to her room before walking over to me.

"Go to bed."

I didn't move, just looked at him with a cold laugh.

Ethan sighed helplessly. "I'm really tired and exhausted. Can you please not make a scene?"

"Did you hear what your sister said?"

"Raven is still young and spoke without thinking. I apologize on her behalf."

I pulled my lips into a smile. "She wasn't wrong. Yes, our families are well-matched, it's a business marriage, and the arrangement was made early on. But I, Natalie, am a player. I've never lacked men around me, especially good-looking men."

Ethan's expression grew colder inch by inch.

He forcefully pressed me down on the sofa and kissed me like a punishment, his voice low and husky. "Natalie, do I need to remind you that you're married to me now?"

I laughed, but my eyes reddened, and even my voice trembled involuntarily. "But don't you forget! Who dragged me out of bars again and again! Who shamelessly claimed to be my fianc! Who desperately insisted on marrying me!"

Ethan pulled me into his arms. "It was me. I had to have you and no one else."

I pushed him away coldly and slammed the door shut with a bang. "Ethan, it's either me or her. Make her leave tomorrow!"

The next morning.

Raven was wearing Ethan's shirt, cheerfully greeting me at the dining table.

"Hi, good morning!"

I froze instantly.

In our three years of marriage, Ethan had never set foot in the kitchen. But there he was, wearing an apron, making soup.

"Come try it! My brother's chicken soup is delicious. Whenever I'm feeling down, one sip of his soup makes me feel better instantly!"

Yesterday she called me a slut, and now she was beaming at me, showing off how attentive Ethan was to her.

And Ethan acted like nothing had happened. "You're up? Come sit."

I took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger and pain surging in my chest, and immediately called my new assistant. "Prepare breakfast for me and have it on my desk by nine sharp."

I turned and left without hesitation.

Behind me, I heard Raven complaining. "I was trying to make peace with her, and this is how she acts! Fine, don't eat it. You made it for me anyway."

On the way to the office, I contacted my brother.

"I want a divorce."

"Are you joking?"

I gripped my purse tightly. "I'm not joking."

My brother asked in disbelief, "Did Ethan... agree? He went through so much trouble to marry you..."

I interrupted impatiently. "His opinion doesn't matter. I'm the one who wants to divorce him."

"Alright. One month. I'll have everything prepared for you."

I tossed my phone aside. On this humiliating morning, I made my decision.

I'd let Ethan have his manipulative little sister.

After the morning meeting, Ethan sent a large bouquet of my favorite yellow roses.

I glanced at them and tossed them to my new assistant. "Here, they're yours."

I pulled out a card and tucked it into my assistant's shirt pocket. "The breakfast suited my taste perfectly. Consider this a bonus."

The assistant smiled and accepted it without hesitation. "Thank you, boss."

Ethan watched him leave calmly, then pressed me against the desk. "You know how to make me angry, so you're deliberately getting revenge?"

I laughed coldly. "If I wanted revenge, I wouldn't have given him a card just now. I would've given him the key to my private villa."

Ethan looked helpless. "I canceled all my meetings today to come see you. Are you still angry?"

He pulled me into his arms. "Natalie, what exactly are you angry about?"

I almost laughed out loud.

I'd been furious all night, and he had no idea what I was angry about?

I showed him my phone.

It was a friend request from Raven.

Her profile picture had just been changed this morning.

In the photo, she was still wearing Ethan's shirt from this morning, making a cute face while surrounded by a sea of yellow roses.

"The breakfast you made was for her, not specifically for me. We've been married for three years, and you've never cooked before."

"The flowers---you sent me a bouquet, so she pestered you for an entire field of them. Am I wrong?"

Ethan was silent for a moment before saying, "If it's because of these things, I can cook specifically for you tonight. I can send you..."

I angrily cut him off. "Enough! Ethan! Don't you understand? Raven has crossed the line! And you---you've enabled her crossing the line, enabled her to cause havoc between us!"

Ethan looked incredulous. "Natalie, what are you talking about? Raven is just my sister."

I laughed coldly. "I'm also my brother's sister. But I don't walk around my brother and sister-in-law's house in such a short nightgown. I don't need my brother to coax me to sleep when I'm in my twenties. And I certainly don't leave bite marks on my brother's collarbone."

Ethan froze, instinctively touching his collarbone.

"Last night, did you think I didn't see?"

Ethan explained with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "She's been like that since she was little. She loves to bite people."

I waved my hand to cut him off. "Enough. I don't want to hear about your past. Don't forget---she's not your biological sister."

Ethan fell silent.

"She's not. But please don't think of us in such a disgusting way."

I laughed in fury and pushed him away.

"Get out. Now."

But Ethan's lips curved upward.

He leaned in close, eyes smiling. "Natalie, it's been so many years. It's rare to see you jealous over me."

"I'll remind her to watch her behavior."

"Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

He knew best how to soothe my temper.

But just as I was about to say something, Ethan's phone rang.

The caller ID read "Raven."

Ethan answered the phone and gave a few casual responses.

After hanging up, he took my hand. "I'll contact Mom and Dad and have her move back home."

His warm lips brushed against my ear. "Come home early tonight. What do you want to eat? This time I'll cook specifically for you."

I suddenly remembered the past.

He'd dragged me out of bars with red-rimmed eyes.

Looking at me helplessly and humbly. "Natalie, what do I have to do for you to notice me?"

My throat tightened.

"Fine, Ethan. I'll trust you one more time."

"If you lie to me..."

"I'll never forgive you again for the rest of my life."

Ethan smiled and gently kissed my tear-moistened eyes.

"Natalie, I've never lied to you in this lifetime."

When I got home that evening, Ethan wasn't back yet.

Raven sat coldly on the sofa like a ghost filled with resentment.

"Why didn't you accept my friend request?"

I glanced at her coolly. "Is there any need to?"

"What did you say to my brother?" She blocked my path. "Why does he want me to move out!"

I had no intention of dealing with her.

But suddenly she went crazy and grabbed a vase to throw at me.

The heavy glass bottle hit my temple. The pain made my ears ring, and the rose thorns scraped bloody lines across my cheek and arms.

Just then, the door opened.

Raven picked up a shard of glass and held it against her own wrist, crying hysterically at me in grief and anger. "I just wanted to apologize to you, but why did you treat me like this! Will you only be satisfied when I'm dead!"

Ethan's eyes flashed with alarm as he rushed over in shock. "Raven!"

"Ethan..." She shook her head in pain. "I know. I've always been the extra one in this family. I won't interfere with your happiness anymore, I won't..."

Blood splattered.

Ethan's face turned pale instantly. He'd never been this panicked.

"Don't talk nonsense! I'll take you to the hospital."

He picked Raven up and didn't look at me once from beginning to end.

I slumped against the wall and slid to the floor.

It felt like my heart had been cut with a knife too.

Late at night, Ethan came home exhausted.

He was carrying his suit jacket, leaning against the doorway, frowning as he watched me pack my luggage.

"You're leaving?"

"What else?"

My sharp tone made Ethan lower his voice. "What are you making a fuss about now? No one is blaming you."

"Oh? Is this your greatest tolerance and forbearance toward me?" I dropped my suitcase and looked at him with a cold laugh. "Ethan, what right do you people have to blame me?"

Ethan restRavened his emotions, trying to reason with me. "I already said I'd have her go back home. Why did you still have to provoke her?"

"What did I do? I just didn't accept her friend request on SnapChat. I don't have the right to control whether you want to sleep with her, but I have the right to decide my own friend list!"

Ethan's expression turned cold, and his tone carried rare anger.

"Natalie! Can't you be a little less harsh! I already told you, she's just my sister!"

"Yes, she is somewhat dependent on me. But that's because during her teenage years, she found out she was adopted, and after that she became sensitive. She attempted suicide several times and even developed depression. I was the one who took care of her, sent her abroad to study while receiving treatment."

"She can't handle stimulation. I'm begging you! Can you please, even just a little bit, show some understanding for her, some compassion?"

I looked at this man's emotional outburst.

My heart felt desolate.

In three years of marriage, he'd never lost his temper with me like this.

Even during those days when I deliberately made him jealous and angry, he never said a harsh word to me.

My throat felt blocked. I couldn't say a word.

I struggled to suppress my trembling. "Yes, I'm harsh, I'm vicious. Ethan, then please, spend the rest of your life with your innocent, fragile, pitiful sister!"

Ethan took a deep breath, as if his patience had reached its limit.

His voice turned ice-cold. "You don't need to pack. I'll take her and leave. When you can calm down, we'll talk."

I locked myself in the room.

I heard him packing his luggage, then finally the cold sound of the door closing.

So when heartbreak reaches its extreme, even tears won't flow.

Ethan and I separated.

I didn't know where he went, nor did I care.

But his cousin once sent me several screenshots of Raven's social media posts.

"Whose 24-year-old still gets forbidden from going to bars by her brother? Well, I'm going anyway." Attached were her chat records with Ethan.

"Today's house-husband brother, another day of being hand-fed by my brother." The selfie showed Ethan chasing after her to feed her, looking indulgent.

"Tested it for you all---men's shirts are really comfortable to wear. So cozy." She was curled up on the sofa taking a selfie, deliberately showing Ethan working in the background.

In the past, given my personality, I would have confronted them both and slapped each of them.

But now, my heart was oddly calm. I just found it laughable.

When I received my brother's text updating me on the divorce proceedings, my assistant had just brought me a cup of coffee.

I had to admit, Mitch was a very competent assistant.

In just half a month on the job, he knew all my likes and dislikes, even anticipating what I wanted to do.

He sat on the edge of my desk, smiling charmingly. "When there's something to celebrate, you should drink."

I raised an eyebrow and hooked his tie.

Mitch's eyes darkened slightly.

"But I don't feel like drinking today."

I took him to my private villa.