My younger brother shot to his feet. "Brother, what balderdash are you saying? Clara paid for my wedding and bought me a house and car! She even gave me a dowry money for my bride! So, does it matter so much if she has some kids outside the marriage? You’re blowing this way out of proportion!"
"If it really bothers you, just have a kid with her too. It’s not like we can’t afford it," he added.
My so-called family, who was bound to me by blood, did not hesitate for a second to sacrifice me when their own interests were at stake.
Clara, who had refused to see me in the eyes since I was released from prison, finally raised her head.
There was a flicker of panic in her gaze. "Luke, don’t overthink this. You are my husband, no one else can take your place"
A cold chill spread through my body.
I let out a bitter laugh and challenged her words. "Do you remember what you told me before I went to prison?"