My sister and I have a joint wedding 8

My sister and I have a joint wedding 8

We wiped away each other’s tears with bitter smiles.

 

Soon after, Jenna tweeted again. She posted a photo of Soren cooking in the kitchen and Zach serving the food.

 

Zach didn’t tuck in his shirt like he used to, and his unbuttoned shirt exposed a large area of his chest filled with hickeys. It was as though he wanted to show it off to the whole world.

 

“Did the three of them…” Juliet looked shell-shocked and disgusted, and she did in fact puke after that.

 

I also felt appalled by their behavior. They had no shame; driven by animalistic lust, they could mate with anyone at any time as long as they felt the urge.

 

Soon after, Juliet’s phone rang with a call from Zach.

 

“Juliet Kent, you have ten minutes to look up the emancipation form online and print it out,” he barked out the order, as if Juliet was one of his suspects. “Fill it up and take a photo for me. You need to promise you’ll never get in touch with that dumb and evil sister of yours. Got it?”

 

He added, “I would have slapped you if you weren’t pregnant!”

 

Juliet nearly smashed her phone in anger. Zach, who didn’t receive a response, yelled even louder, “Did you hear me? Are you deaf or what? Speak!”

 

“Buzz off! You and Soren Doyle have no shame!” I snatched the phone from Juliet and hurled curses at him. “You like groveling at Jenna’s feet, don’t you? Get a divorce, then! You could do anything you want with Jenna and Soren. No one will care, even if you bang each other to death!”

 

Then, I hung up and blocked Zach’s number on Juliet’s phone.

 

Ugh! I had been too nice to these sleazeballs!

My sister and I have a joint wedding

My sister and I have a joint wedding

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