Marrying my Enemy after my Husband Cheated on Me with my Sister

Five years had gone by since Victor and I began living under the same roof. Five long years of sharing meals, nights, and routines—yet my left hand remained bare, untouched by any ring. No wedding. No aisle. No vows spoken before witnesses. We liked to call what we had a marriage, but in truth, it was nothing more than an arrangement wrapped in comforting lies.

I kept telling myself to be patient. I told myself Victor needed time, that his business had to stand…