That night, Matthew and Patrick arrived at the hospital with Megan in tow. Their faces were grim, while she wore her usual weak, teary-eyed expression, as though she was on the verge of crying. It was the kind of look that would easily evoke pity, though, to me, it was nauseating. “Cat, Sarah, please, don’t divorce my brothers,” Megan pleaded, her voice trembling. “It’s all my fault. From now on, I’ll keep a proper distance from both of them. Can we try that? “Before you came into our lives, they’ve always protected me. But that changed after they got married. I only want us to get along with each other. They’re my brothers. Nothing more than that.”She almost got on her knees but Matthew and Patrick stopped her. “Get up, Megs. This isn’t your fault. You’re our sister. What’s wrong with us saving you?” Matthew said firmly. “Exactly,” Patrick chimed in. “Why apologize? They’re the ones being petty.” “But…” Megan whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes, “If my presence is
"You never believed we lost our child, did you? So, I put our baby in this little bottle as a gift for you. What do you think? Do you like it?"The small bottle seemed like a hot iron in his hands. Patrick looked at it for barely a second before flinching and tossing it aside in terror."No... No, it can't be! That’s impossible!" He backed away several steps, trembling, disbelief etched across his face. "How could you be pregnant? The doctors said your chances of conceiving were so low."At his words, Sarah’s voice shot up, the tears she had been holding back streaming freely down her face."A low chance of getting pregnant, not none at all! Patrick, do you even know how much it hurt when my stomach hit the rocks? Do you understand the pain of losing our baby? Do you know how devastated I was when you didn’t believe me? Do you realize how much faith I lost in you?"With every word she spoke, the light in Patrick’s eyes dimmed further until there was nothing left but the same hol
The two brothers had long forgotten their apologies. To them, losing a child seemed like a trivial matter, while comforting the weeping Megan had become their priority. They supported her as they left the room together.Exhausted and weak, I soon drifted off to sleep.…That night, when I woke up and checked my phone, I discovered that a post had been made from my X account. It read:[I am Matthew Brosnan’s wife. The recent incident where we fell into the water was my fault, and I was the one who insisted that my husband rescue Megan. After all, she’s still young—she’s our sister, and we should protect her.]I scrolled down, barely containing my fury.[You’ve all misunderstood Megan. She’s not a mistress, she’s Matthew’s sister. I didn’t clarify this earlier because I’ve been unwell, but now I’m speaking out. Please don’t let this affect her life anymore. Thank you.]I had not written any of that. There was only one person who had access to my account—Matthew.I watched as
Matthew cast a cold, indifferent glance at her. "Did you even think about the consequences of your actions?"“I know I was wrong. I won’t do it again, I swear,” Megan pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. She crawled over to Patrick and grabbed at the edge of his coat.“Patrick, you were always the one who cared about me most, weren’t you? You wouldn’t let them throw me out of the family, would you?”Patrick pulled away from her and yanked his coat from her grasp. He kept his distance, his expression unreadable.Having reached the limit of his patience, David called for the house steward. “Get her out of here,” he ordered.Megan was dragged outside the villa and unceremoniously thrown to the ground. Slowly, she rose to her feet, brushing off the dust, her eyes dark with fury.“Hah, you all said you’d always protect me, that you’d be my shield no matter what! Now, look at you—all lies, every word! What are a few rumors on the internet? With all the power the Brosnans h
As the two brothers hurled accusations at her, Megan chose to shed her pretense. She wiped her tears away and met their gaze. Her eyes were ablaze with resentment. “What do you mean by ‘brought you along’? Haven’t you always included me in everything? Why should I be kept at a distance just because you two got married? I won’t allow it!“I never opposed your marriage, but why did you have to choose this moment, right after my breakup? Do you have any idea how painful it is for me to see you both get married? “When I was heartbroken, you both promised to help me through it. Yet now, all the misery I feel comes from you!“When I cut those ropes, I only wanted to test my worth in your eyes. But let me ask you, did I force you to come and save me? Did I force you to abandon your wives? “You did that willingly! And now you blame me? How is that fair?“A man should maintain a respectful distance from other women. It’s the most basic form of respect toward his wife. You failed to d
I never saw Matthew and Patrick again. Any news about them reached us through the internet. After the divorce, the brothers remained unmarried and did not seem to date either. They became known as the "Young Monks."As for Megan, after leaving the Brosnan family, she had no real skills to rely on and became some rich man’s secret mistress. Eventually, her affair was discovered by the man’s wife, who beat her mercilessly. Megan was then sold to a red-light district, where she became a prostitute, developed a drug addiction, and contracted AIDS and other diseases. She had long lost the glamorous image she had as the Rose of the Brosnan family.In the end, on a cold winter night, she committed suicide by jumping from a building, leaving behind no farewell words.After Sarah and I took the time to recuperate, we embarked on the entrepreneurial journey we had long envisioned. We excelled in handmade crafts and beauty products. As we had very little money, we began by sellin
After Matthew hung up on me, I called him again. Seventeen times, he refused to answer. Left with no other choice, I sent him a message about the divorce.It did not take long before he called back. Before I could get a word in, he launched into a furious tirade."Do you even have a heart, Cat? Megs fell into the river! She’s still so young, she was scared, and now you’re talking about divorce and lying about being pregnant?“And you’ve got Sarah pulling the same stunt on Patrick. Do you think we’re idiots?"I’ve said it before—Megs is our sister. She’s young and needs us to take care of her. We’ve been looking after her since she was little, and just because we’re married now doesn’t mean that changes."You both need to understand your place. You’re older than her. You should be good to Megs. Don’t you get that?"Listening to his endless complaints, I felt a surge of bitter irony. Megan was less than two months younger than Sarah and I. She was taller and heavier than both of
I never saw Matthew and Patrick again. Any news about them reached us through the internet. After the divorce, the brothers remained unmarried and did not seem to date either. They became known as the "Young Monks."As for Megan, after leaving the Brosnan family, she had no real skills to rely on and became some rich man’s secret mistress. Eventually, her affair was discovered by the man’s wife, who beat her mercilessly. Megan was then sold to a red-light district, where she became a prostitute, developed a drug addiction, and contracted AIDS and other diseases. She had long lost the glamorous image she had as the Rose of the Brosnan family.In the end, on a cold winter night, she committed suicide by jumping from a building, leaving behind no farewell words.After Sarah and I took the time to recuperate, we embarked on the entrepreneurial journey we had long envisioned. We excelled in handmade crafts and beauty products. As we had very little money, we began by sellin
As the two brothers hurled accusations at her, Megan chose to shed her pretense. She wiped her tears away and met their gaze. Her eyes were ablaze with resentment. “What do you mean by ‘brought you along’? Haven’t you always included me in everything? Why should I be kept at a distance just because you two got married? I won’t allow it!“I never opposed your marriage, but why did you have to choose this moment, right after my breakup? Do you have any idea how painful it is for me to see you both get married? “When I was heartbroken, you both promised to help me through it. Yet now, all the misery I feel comes from you!“When I cut those ropes, I only wanted to test my worth in your eyes. But let me ask you, did I force you to come and save me? Did I force you to abandon your wives? “You did that willingly! And now you blame me? How is that fair?“A man should maintain a respectful distance from other women. It’s the most basic form of respect toward his wife. You failed to d
Matthew cast a cold, indifferent glance at her. "Did you even think about the consequences of your actions?"“I know I was wrong. I won’t do it again, I swear,” Megan pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. She crawled over to Patrick and grabbed at the edge of his coat.“Patrick, you were always the one who cared about me most, weren’t you? You wouldn’t let them throw me out of the family, would you?”Patrick pulled away from her and yanked his coat from her grasp. He kept his distance, his expression unreadable.Having reached the limit of his patience, David called for the house steward. “Get her out of here,” he ordered.Megan was dragged outside the villa and unceremoniously thrown to the ground. Slowly, she rose to her feet, brushing off the dust, her eyes dark with fury.“Hah, you all said you’d always protect me, that you’d be my shield no matter what! Now, look at you—all lies, every word! What are a few rumors on the internet? With all the power the Brosnans h
The two brothers had long forgotten their apologies. To them, losing a child seemed like a trivial matter, while comforting the weeping Megan had become their priority. They supported her as they left the room together.Exhausted and weak, I soon drifted off to sleep.…That night, when I woke up and checked my phone, I discovered that a post had been made from my X account. It read:[I am Matthew Brosnan’s wife. The recent incident where we fell into the water was my fault, and I was the one who insisted that my husband rescue Megan. After all, she’s still young—she’s our sister, and we should protect her.]I scrolled down, barely containing my fury.[You’ve all misunderstood Megan. She’s not a mistress, she’s Matthew’s sister. I didn’t clarify this earlier because I’ve been unwell, but now I’m speaking out. Please don’t let this affect her life anymore. Thank you.]I had not written any of that. There was only one person who had access to my account—Matthew.I watched as
"You never believed we lost our child, did you? So, I put our baby in this little bottle as a gift for you. What do you think? Do you like it?"The small bottle seemed like a hot iron in his hands. Patrick looked at it for barely a second before flinching and tossing it aside in terror."No... No, it can't be! That’s impossible!" He backed away several steps, trembling, disbelief etched across his face. "How could you be pregnant? The doctors said your chances of conceiving were so low."At his words, Sarah’s voice shot up, the tears she had been holding back streaming freely down her face."A low chance of getting pregnant, not none at all! Patrick, do you even know how much it hurt when my stomach hit the rocks? Do you understand the pain of losing our baby? Do you know how devastated I was when you didn’t believe me? Do you realize how much faith I lost in you?"With every word she spoke, the light in Patrick’s eyes dimmed further until there was nothing left but the same hol
That night, Matthew and Patrick arrived at the hospital with Megan in tow. Their faces were grim, while she wore her usual weak, teary-eyed expression, as though she was on the verge of crying. It was the kind of look that would easily evoke pity, though, to me, it was nauseating. “Cat, Sarah, please, don’t divorce my brothers,” Megan pleaded, her voice trembling. “It’s all my fault. From now on, I’ll keep a proper distance from both of them. Can we try that? “Before you came into our lives, they’ve always protected me. But that changed after they got married. I only want us to get along with each other. They’re my brothers. Nothing more than that.”She almost got on her knees but Matthew and Patrick stopped her. “Get up, Megs. This isn’t your fault. You’re our sister. What’s wrong with us saving you?” Matthew said firmly. “Exactly,” Patrick chimed in. “Why apologize? They’re the ones being petty.” “But…” Megan whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes, “If my presence is
Beside me, Sarah answered Patrick’s call. “Can you and Cat stop being so unreasonable? Do you want to get a divorce over something so trivial? You knew about Megs long before the wedding!“What’s wrong with Matthew and I caring for our sister? Don’t threaten us with a fake pregnancy and a miscarriage. I barely touched you after we married. Given your health, there’s no way you could be pregnant. And let’s be real, I don’t believe you would willingly walk away from being the wife of a Brosnan. That’s a privilege a girl like you only dreams of.”Tears streamed down Sarah’s face as she cradled her stomach. But then she forced a smile. “You may not believe me now, Patrick but I’ll make you change your mind.”“What a load of crap!” he snapped and then hung up.In the hospital room, Sarah and I exchanged glances. We wanted to cry but stifled our tears and forced a bitter smile. For the next two days, neither Matthew nor Patrick attempted to reach out. Sarah and I focused on recover
After Matthew hung up on me, I called him again. Seventeen times, he refused to answer. Left with no other choice, I sent him a message about the divorce.It did not take long before he called back. Before I could get a word in, he launched into a furious tirade."Do you even have a heart, Cat? Megs fell into the river! She’s still so young, she was scared, and now you’re talking about divorce and lying about being pregnant?“And you’ve got Sarah pulling the same stunt on Patrick. Do you think we’re idiots?"I’ve said it before—Megs is our sister. She’s young and needs us to take care of her. We’ve been looking after her since she was little, and just because we’re married now doesn’t mean that changes."You both need to understand your place. You’re older than her. You should be good to Megs. Don’t you get that?"Listening to his endless complaints, I felt a surge of bitter irony. Megan was less than two months younger than Sarah and I. She was taller and heavier than both of