My sister and I have a joint wedding 2

My sister and I have a joint wedding 2

 

My body was weak and in pain. I trembled—my forehead dripped with sweat, and I was breathing heavily—from even the simple act of dialing a number from my phone.

 

“What is it this time?” Soren finally picked up after my fifth time calling him. “Do you want me to yell at you again?”

 

In the background, I heard a woman weeping pitifully. Oh, that must be Jenna McLeish.

 

I laughed, feeling sorry for my foolish self. “Let’s get a divorce. You and Jenna have my blessing.”

 

Soren was taken aback. There was a slight pause before he bellowed, “Eliza Kent, go fly a kite if you have too much time on your hands! I told you many times that Jenna and I are just friends!

 

“She also suffers from a fear of heights, and she’s now on the rooftop on the 24th floor! Do you get how serious it is? This is a life-and-death situation!

 

“Stop overreacting whenever you hear Jenna’s name! This is my final warning—I’ll leave you if you keep making a scene. I don’t care if you’re pregnant!”

 

When Soren hung up on me, my tears fell onto the phone screen.

My sister and I have a joint wedding

My sister and I have a joint wedding

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