Betrothed to My Sisters Husband by Arebelliousdreamer

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

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Most of the time, I feel like my life isn't life but a curse.

My life isn't worth living though I want to. I am a werewolf but without a pack or a family member who even doesn't know how her parents looked or how it is to live with a family or the pack. The only family I had and I have in my heart is my grandfather.

Sometimes I wonder who I have taken after, do I look like my mother, or do I look like my father but it's the silliest thing to ponder about when there is nothing left to think about it. I was brought up by my grandfather who is also a werewolf but has abandoned his pack and left for England to live a life of a human.

I turned 20 this year and I have been living all alone since my grandfather breathed his last three years ago. My life is more of a hide and seeks game than life because I have been cloaking myself from getting caught by the people that I am a werewolf and burn me alive as I would be a beast, not a human for them.

But I want to live a normal life as a human, I want to be like them and love them, I want to have a family like them and stay in their world bearing beautiful children like them.

But when you are not a normal human being, you can never live a normal life like them though you toil endlessly for it. Of course, I am also a human but the animal that the people fear and hate the most is in me which I can never get rid of even when I want it so much because without her, I will be incomplete and to get rid of this animal in me is to get rid of myself.

Though I have been successfully hiding my true self and my identity from people for many years, I am never certain that I will live like this forever.

Sometimes I wonder what people would do if they knew that I am a werewolf. I am always apprehensive of how my friends, lecturers, and classmates would react and how would my neighbors..oops! I forgot that I don't have a single neighbor.

I live away from the town and people near a jungle, in the house my grandfather left for me and what occupies me most of the time is if they would accept me if they happen to know the truth.

My grandfather said that the house I live in was built by him when we first came to London but I was too small to remember anything.

He was the best grandfather one could ever have and will be the best person in my life other than my wolf. He enrolled me in one of the good schools in London and always dropped me at school and came to pick me up after school.

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