Belated Affection is Worse Than Grass
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After my sister died, I married my brother-in-law. In order to make the child left by my sister the sole heir, the housekeeper secretly put birth control pills in my meals for many years. Although I have no children, I love my nephew as my own child. But on the day of my stepson's coming-of-age ceremony, he placed my sister's portrait in the most conspicuous position and asked me to roll into a corner. "My father's place in my heart will always belong to my mother. As a stepmother, you have to figure out your own identity." My husband echoed coldly: "Do you and your sister still want to compete with each other?" I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave. In the evening, I dragged my tired body to my husband's study. "Let's get a divorce."
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