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Done Being His Secret Wife, I Left Behind My Husband

"Sister-in-law, according to the Johnson family's rules, only those whom the family heir's tarot reading declares 'most auspicious' are allowed to marry into the Johnson family." "You, who have drawn the most ominous results ninety-nine times in a row, are not fated to enter." It was the fifth month of my pregnancy. The sun blazed at forty-five degrees as I carried gifts in both hands, determined to attend the Johnson family banquet. Yet, before I could even step inside, I was blocked by Evren's beloved foster sister, Rosette. "Unless you sign this childbearing agreement," she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, "you're not coming in. My brother promised me years ago—he'd give me a child. Either sign, or leave now." I didn't take the document. Instead, I looked at the man approaching behind her—Evren, my husband. "You promised her that?" I asked quietly. He barely glanced at me. "It was just a convenient excuse," he said flatly. "Rosette's parents are gravely ill. I only said that to put their minds at ease." "Just sign it, Leia," he urged. "Rosette is only teasing you. Besides, the family is waiting inside." Looking at him, at his calm and indifferent expression, I suddenly laughed. Without another word, I shoved past the two of them and walked straight into the banquet hall. ... Later, on my way to the restroom, I happened to glance through a half-open door. Inside, Evren was seated before a table of tarot cards, his hand resting on one while Rosette leaned against him. "Brother," she said softly, "a hundred readings have all come out auspicious. Are you really going to keep Sister-in-law from entering your family?" "I never planned to let her in," Evren replied coolly. "I couldn't marry you back then, Rosette. Keeping her was just a compromise. The least I can do now is give you the child we were meant to have." My hand instinctively went to my belly. Then I turned away. If that was the case, then my baby was better off without such a father—and I didn't have to enter the Johnson family's gates.