Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law

"Grandma, it’s almost evening. The day has gone by so fast, and there are only five days left until ’that day.’ It’s not long now." The old lady’s words had a hidden meaning; she simply wanted her to move into the Horne Family home, to get her and Glades Horne to... well, you know... as soon as possible. Thinking of this, my face is turning red. Julia Bluen’s cheeks flushed unnaturally.

"Five days, huh? Twenty-four hours in a day, so five days make one hundred and twenty hours, or 7,200 minutes. That’s quite long, you know. Julia, actually, if you stay here overnight, no one would say anything. You see, you two have already received your marriage certificate; you’re a legally married couple. So even if you..."

"Julia Bluen, why are you here again?" The old lady’s words were abruptly interrupted by a sharp female voice.

Adele Horne, accompanied by Orlando Evans who was a guest at the Horne family’s house, walked downstairs. Seeing Julia Bluen assisting the old lady, Adele’s expression immediately darkened. The mere sight of Julia Bluen reminded her of the warnings she had given. Julia Bluen had clearly registered her marriage with Glades. Yet, when Adele had warned her, Julia had merely replied, "I understand," with an air of nonchalance. This infuriated Adele, who had been inwardly anticipating the moment she could see a truly shocked expression on Julia’s face.

"Adele, what are you talking about? Julia is already part of this family." The old lady sat down on the sofa, her displeasure evident on her stern face.

"Grandma." Adele hurried to the sofa, trying to squeeze past Julia to sit next to the old lady. But the old lady snubbed her, calling out, "Julia, come sit beside Grandma." It was clear she favored her granddaughter-in-law over her own granddaughter.

Adele’s face instantly darkened.

Orlando Evans silently made a cup of tea for Julia Bluen and placed it in front of her with a faint smile. "Miss Julia, I wasn’t sure what you liked to drink, so I took the liberty of brewing a cup of jasmine tea for you. If you don’t like tea, I can get you something else—coffee, soft drinks, whatever you wish. I can prepare anything you’d like."

Julia Bluen sneered inwardly. The tone of a hostess! Treating me like a guest. She waltzes into the house, clearly intending to lay her hands on my man, and yet she has the audacity to speak to me as if *she’s* the lady of the house? Orlando Evans is only twenty-two, in the prime of her youth, not bad looking, and from a good family—how can she be so shameless? Alas, shamelessness truly knows no bounds!