I Don’t Want to See You”: How My Husband’s Sister Ruined My Marriage in One Evening
Emily hurried to set the table, making sure everything looked perfect. Tonight, an important guest was coming—her husband Daniel’s sister, Victoria. Emily had never met her in person but had heard only good things: kind, well-educated, successful.
“Everything’s ready!” she called, hiding her slight nerves.
Minutes later, Daniel and his sister entered the kitchen. Victoria scanned the room, curled her lip, and sat at the table, oozing disdain.
“I don’t want to sit at the same table as you,” Victoria suddenly hissed, glaring at Emily.
Emily froze. She had no idea what was happening.
“What are you staring at?” Victoria sneered. “Don’t pretend you don’t know why I hate you!”
“This is the first time we’ve ever met…” Emily replied softly, stunned.
“Oh, the first time?” Victoria scoffed. “You twisted my brother around your finger and now play the queen here. If it weren’t for you, everything would’ve been different!”
Daniel tensed and placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder.
“Victoria, enough.”
“Shut up!” she snapped. “You were supposed to marry my best friend. The dress was picked, the venue booked. Now you’re stuck with this—”
“That was years before I met Emily,” Daniel said wearily.
“Stop lying to yourself!” Victoria spat. “It’s all her fault! You left Olivia for her, and she’s got you wrapped around her finger!”
For the first time, Emily felt real fury boiling inside her.
“I do have a name, you know!” she ground out.
“I don’t care about your name,” Victoria waved her off. “You don’t belong here. I hoped my brother would come to his senses, but clearly, you’ve brainwashed him!”
Emily looked at Daniel, waiting for some support, but he just stared at the floor.
“How much longer am I supposed to listen to this?” Emily asked coldly.
“No one asked your opinion,” Victoria shot back.
“Have you forgotten you’re a guest in *my* home?” Emily’s voice trembled with anger. “If you’re going to stay, at least behave properly!”
“I don’t care,” Victoria scoffed. “This is my brother’s house, not yours. If I’d been here sooner, this marriage never would’ve happened!”
Emily turned to Daniel.
“Are you seriously just going to stay quiet?”
Daniel hesitated, neither brave nor strong enough to defend his wife.
“Fine.” Emily sighed heavily. “If you’re both unhappy here—both of you, leave.”
Victoria lifted her chin.
“I’ll only go with Daniel.”
“Perfect,” Emily nodded calmly.
“Are you serious?” Daniel asked, stunned.
Victoria seized the moment.
“Look how she speaks to you! Are you really letting her boss you around?”
“Shut up!” Daniel suddenly exploded. “Why did you even come here? To ruin my marriage?”
“I came to see *you*, not her!” Victoria sniffed.
“All you’ve done is start a fight,” he said sharply.
Victoria leapt up, knocking plates off the table.
“Clean it up yourself!” she shouted before storming out, slamming the door behind her.
But the damage was already done.
An hour later, Emily stood in the bedroom doorway, holding Daniel’s suitcase.
“Go stay with your precious sister. You don’t belong here anymore,” she said quietly.
“Em, you have to understand—” Daniel began.
“No, Dan,” she shook her head. “I don’t want to understand. Or forgive, or wait, or hope.”
And Daniel left.
Months passed.
Emily lived alone. At first, it hurt—deeply. But with each day, the weight lifted. No one humiliated her, betrayed her, or stayed silent when she needed defending.
Daniel stayed with his sister—but there was no happiness in that either. Two months later, Victoria returned to her home abroad, leaving her brother alone in an empty flat with nothing but his regret.
Only then did Daniel realize what—and whom—he had lost forever.
But it was too late.
