Part 2My Cold Husband Chose His Sister Over Me – So I Left

I yanked my hand from her grip, my expression cold and mocking.

“You earned it? Claire, you barely scraped by in high school. You’ve spent the last few years partying, doing nothing productive. You really expect anyone to believe you earned that spot? You could ask the stray dogs on the street, and they wouldn’t believe you.”

Seeing that I wasn’t about to back down, Claire’s eyes welled up with tears, her lip trembling in a picture of pure innocence.

“They’ve been encouraging young, unemployed people like me to join the Rural Program. I just complained about it to Andrew, and he thought of a way to help me,” she explained pitifully. “I’ve heard farm work is dirty and exhausting. My parents always pampered me—how could I handle that? Besides, if I went away, my mom would be all alone. I just couldn’t leave her.”

She looked at me, pleading. “Emily, please, let me have this chance. You’re so talented. You’ll easily pass the next Steelworks Factory entrance exam!”

Sure, I passed the exam through hard work, but that didn’t mean Claire had the right to steal the fruits of my labor!

I scoffed. “How can you justify taking what I’ve worked for? I’m going to get justice for myself. Let’s go—right now. We’ll go to the Company Board of Directors. Andrew doesn’t get to make all the decisions at that factory.”

I grabbed Claire by the wrist and started dragging her down the stairs.

Panicking, she struggled to break free. “I’m not going! Andrew promised the job to me, and that’s final. I won’t go to the countryside—I won’t!”

Driven by her fear of the Rural Program, Claire yanked her arm out of my grip with all her strength.

I lost my balance, tumbling down the stairs. A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, followed by a warm, wet sensation.

Before I passed out, I caught a glimpse of Claire’s expression. Her panic had given way to smug satisfaction.

And then I woke up, alive again.

I placed a hand over my stomach.

I’m sorry, little one. I couldn’t protect you in this second chance either. But don’t worry—I’ll make sure justice is served for you.

The nurse mistook my silence for grief, thinking I was still mourning the loss of my child. She sighed softly and tried to comfort me.

“Don’t be too upset. You’ll have more chances to have children. For now, focus on recovering.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks, soaking the pillow. I wiped them away and forced a smile.

“Thank you, nurse.”

She efficiently replaced the IV and continued. “It’s my job. But where’s your husband? He should be here with you after something like this.”

Andrew was probably with his beloved sister, Claire, right now.

I’d never been able to compete with her for his attention.

I offered a bitter smile, making an excuse to save face.

“He’s busy with work. I’m sure he’ll come when he has time.”

The nurse shook her head disapprovingly. “A baby takes two to make. How could his work be more important than your health? Honestly, some men…”

Knowing better than to delve too deeply into someone else’s personal matters, she trailed off and checked her watch.

“I’m on the night shift tonight. Call me if you need anything.”

I nodded gratefully. “Thank you, nurse.”

The next morning, after I’d finished breakfast, there was a knock at the door.

It was my husband, Andrew Carson.

With his sharp features and lean frame, he looked every bit the handsome, stoic man I’d married. But as he sat down by my bed, his brow furrowed in mild annoyance.

“How could you be so careless? How did you not know you were pregnant?”