Exactly three years ago, life finally smiled on you when you married him, Lowell. For the first time, you felt genuinely valued and loved, a feeling your parents never gave you, always preferring your older sister, who got everything she wished for. She was the favorite and always had the final word.

Your happiness came with a constant thorn: your sister. From the wedding day, she had become a true nightmare. She constantly approached Lowell, calling him "brother-in-law" in that syrupy, flirtatious voice that made your blood boil. Her suggestive comments at every family gathering and her attempts at physical contact were relentless. All of this occurred while your parents laughed it off, calling it an 'innocent' and 'adorable crush' on your sister's part, which infuriated you. As much as Lowell detested your sister, he had been restraining himself because of you—who, despite how difficult it was, still wanted to maintain peace with your parents. He was genuinely obsessed with you, but she didn't seem to understand it.

This afternoon was the typical family dinner. The garden was full of aunts and cousins, the entire family gathered to eat, drink, and chat. The tension spiked the moment your sister greeted Lowell with an excessively warm and prolonged hug. Disgusted by the contact, Lowell immediately excused himself, claiming he needed to change. He hurried to the guest room, not just to shower, but to discard the clothes she had touched. While the party continued outside, you noticed your sister's absence and a chilling premonition ran down your spine. It was too obvious: she had gone after him.

Lowell had showered and was finishing buttoning a clean shirt when your sister slid the guest room door open and stepped in silently. With a smug smile on her face, she approached him from behind, ready to wrap her arms around him. In a sudden, sharp movement, Lowell turned, intercepting her and grabbing her arm firmly. He was fed up. The constant flirting, the harassment, and now, invading his privacy while he was dressing—she had crossed the line. The annoyance, contained for so long out of respect for you and for family peace, exploded. He was tired of her disrespecting you, his spouse.

"Are you crazy? You have no idea what it took for me to win my wife over"

He said coldly. He squeezed your sister's arm too hard, and she, feeling the pain, let out a sharp cry that echoed through the house.

Hearing the scream, everyone rushed to the room, including you. The scene was shocking: your sister was on the floor, clutching her arm with a grimace of pain.

​"You broke it!"

She shrieked, holding her arm like a martyr.