I Married My Fiancee's Half-Sister

When I accompanied Sherina to pick out her wedding dress, she kept glancing at her phone every few seconds.

Taking a deep breath, I held one up and asked, “How about this one?”

“It’s fine,” she replied lazily.

“And this one?”

“It’s okay. The pattern is kinda nice.”

I put down the curtainlike fabric and lowered my gaze, falling silent.

It wasn’t until she received a message from her male assistant—an emoji of a pitiful puppy—that a smile bloomed at the corner of her lips. With light steps, she headed out.

I parted my lips and reminded her mildly, “Come back early tonight. I have something important to tell you.”

——

However, Sherina only went home at four in the morning.

She drunkenly collapsed on top of me, her hands wandering.

“Kervin, hubby...” she softly whispered.

I turned on the bedside lamp. The affection in her eyes instantly turned into a flicker of disgust.

For a moment, the room was thick with awkward silence.

Then she grabbed a pillow, blocked my face with it, and prepared to go through the motions, as if it were a chore.

“I’m not feeling well today.” I sighed.

Relieved, she got up and walked toward the bathroom.

As soon as she left, her phone—forgotten on the nightstand—lit up.

It was a message from Kervin.

[Sherina, thank you for shielding me from those flirtatious female clients tonight. I promise I won’t take side gigs at the bar anymore. From now on, I’m your loyal little wolfdog forever ^^]

Ten years ago, I confessed my feelings to Sherina in public.

Knowing I was allergic to alcohol, she pointed at a full bottle of whiskey and, with a sneer, she spat, "If you can drink this in one go, I might consider saying yes."

I ran my fingers over the part of my stomach I lost because of that stunt, then pulled out a wedding invitation I had tucked beneath the pillow.

Sitting on the couch, I waited.

Not even thirty minutes later, Sherina came out of the bathroom.

The gardenia scent on her body was exactly the same as the handmade aromatherapy candle Kervin had gifted me last month.

Before I could speak, she lazily pulled a box from her coat pocket and tossed it at me like a handout.

Inside was a pair of bloodred ruby and silver bracelets. Clearly crafted from the remnants of the ruby watch she had given Kervin just last month.

Seeing me glance at it and close the lid, Sherina raised an eyebrow.

“What? Do I have to put it on you myself for you to be satisfied?”

I looked at her calmly and asked, “Sherina, we’ve known each other for fifteen years. Don’t you know I’m allergic to silver?”

Maybe my tone was too gentle, because she barely looked up from her phone as she texted Kervin, brushing me off.

“Tch. It’s no big deal. We’ll just get it goldplated tomorrow.”

In the past, if she offered even the slightest attention, I would have held her in my arms in a heartbeat.

No matter how much she blushed or pretended to resist, I would kiss her a hundred times until she gave in.

But now, I ignored the way she leaned into me instinctively. Instead, I handed her the invitation I had prepared.

“Congratulations, Sherina. The bride has changed. You don’t have to marry me anymore.”

“Hm? What are you congratulating me for?”

She was too busy flirting with Kervin to even register what I had said.

Just as I was about to ask her to open the invitation and read the bride’s name, her phone rang again.

At this hour, there was only one person who would call her.

Kervin’s voice came through, soft and whiny. “Sherina~ I just saw this scary horror game clip. It was so terrifying...”

The moment she heard him, she tossed the invitation aside and rushed downstairs.

As the roar of a sports car echoed from outside, I picked up my phone to call her.

But no matter how many times I tried, the call wouldn’t go through.

Ah. I’d forgotten.

The day of our engagement, she’d blocked my number—just so I wouldn’t disturb her while she attended her class reunion with Kervin.

Sherina had long since blocked me.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I grabbed a trash bag and walked into the study, ready to throw away everything that no longer mattered.

I tore up the hundreds of love letters I’d once written to Sherina, and smashed the starrysky telescope I gave her when we were kids.

And when I finally picked up the childhood photo of the two of us that had sat on the shelf for a decade, my hand accidentally nudged the mouse.

The computer screen lit up.

Just as Kervin’s smiling face appeared, Sherina stormed back into the room and shoved me hard!

Bang!

My head slammed against the glass of the bookshelf, and all the color drained from my face.

After confirming that the porcelain pig Kervin had given her was still in its place, Sherina gave me a sideways glance and snapped, “Preston, from now on, you are not allowed in this study.”

The pain was so intense I couldn’t speak.

I simply watched in silence as she opened the safe, took out the heirloom diamond ring, and left—beaming.

Not long after, I received a video from one of her best friends.

On the top floor of the Starlight Restaurant, in front of all her close girlfriends, Sherina knelt down on both knees, holding a bouquet and that diamond ring.

“Kervin, before I met you, I never believed in true love. But the moment you appeared, my dull, lifeless world of thirty years suddenly brightened up."

"Here and now, I’m humbly begging you... Please give me the chance to spend the rest of my life by your side.”

Beneath the sky of dazzling fireworks, Kervin tearfully accepted the ring and pulled her into his arms, smiling like a man in love.

The video had barely ended when I received a location ping from a private club.

That’s when I realized—they were playing their game again.

Sherina and her besties were betting on me. Betting how fast I’d show up to “catch them in the act.”

Betting whether I’d make a scene—break down like some pathetic lapdog, crying, screaming, begging.

For the past ten years, every time she bet I’d cry, she won.

But this time, I simply replied.

[Tell Sherina: Congratulations. She finally got what she wanted.]

After that, I muted my phone and went to bed.

The next morning, when I woke up, I saw two missed calls from her number.

I didn’t call back.

I was too busy throwing up in the bathroom.

The pain in the back of my head had only gotten worse, so I drove myself to the hospital.

While waiting in the hallway, I saw them—Sherina and Kervin—walking side by side, supporting a middleaged woman between them.

They were laughing and chatting like a pictureperfect family.

“Mom, see how thoughtful Sherina is? Even with her busy schedule, she comes with me every day to visit you.”

“Kervin, don’t say that. If it weren’t for you and Auntie Carmen taking care of my mom so attentively, she wouldn’t have made it until I came back from abroad. I’m the one who should be grateful.”

Carmen smiled, and was about to say something—until she met my gaze.

Immediately, she darted away her gaze, and pretended to cough, obviously feeling guilty.

Seeing Carmen again—the head nurse from all those years ago—I finally understood why Sherina had fallen for Kervin.

A bitter laugh scratched my throat.

Noticing the sound, Sherina turned and spotted me. Her expression darkened as she walked over, frowning.

“Preston, where the hell were you messing around last night?”

I pressed my lips into a tight line and answered calmly, “I was home the whole time.”

She gave me a mocking smirk, as if she was angry but amused.

“You were home, but didn’t answer my calls?”

Ever since we got together, I had never once missed her call.

The thought must’ve crossed her mind too, because her hand suddenly gripped my jaw.

“Do you take me for a fool?”

She paused, startled by the cold sweat on my skin.

“Preston... Why are you sweating so much? Are you feeling unwell—”

Before she could finish, a teary voice cried out behind her.

“Sherina!”

It was Kervin.

Sherina immediately rushed back to Kervin’s side.

Not far off, Carmen clutched her chest, groaning in pain, clearly playing it up.

Without hesitation, Sherina accompanied Kervin and his mother back to the hospital room and even summoned every available doctor for a full team consultation.

Two full hours.

And while they were surrounded by care and concern, I sat in the waiting area, still unattended, growing dizzy and nauseous until I finally passed out.

A passing nurse found me unconscious and had me rushed to the emergency room—barely in time for treatment.

When I finally dragged myself home, completely drained, I found Sherina drying Kervin’s hair.

They had just taken a bath. Both were wearing the matching couple pajamas I had bought.

The loose neckline of his pajamas couldn’t quite hide the hickey on Kervin’s neck.

“Preston, don’t get the wrong idea,” Kervin stammered, clearly nervous. “Sherina and I didn’t do anything shameful in the bedroom...”

Sensing his fear, Sherina shot me a furious glare. “Don’t you have any manners? Didn’t your parents teach you to knock before entering a room?”

I gave a halfsmile and replied calmly, “Sorry. They died young. I didn’t have the chance.”

For once, she was speechless.

I opened the closet to grab some fresh clothes and added, “I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

She paused for a beat, then let out a contemptuous scoff.

“Preston, stop acting so dramatic. We were just having dinner—no one is dying to share your damn bed.”

Running a fever and too exhausted to argue, I went to the guest room to take my meds and rest.

That night, Kervin didn’t leave.

The next morning, as I stepped out of the room, I overheard the maids whispering in the hallway.

“I’ve worked in the Andrews family for years, but I’ve never seen the young miss treat a man this well."

"Last night, Mr. Welch casually mentioned he’d never tried offroad gokarting—and she had an entire track installed in the back garden just for him! She played with him all night!”

“That’s nothing. She even cooked for him herself today! She even tested the milk’s temperature with her lips before feeding it to him!”

Through the floortoceiling windows, I could see my rare medicinal plants, cultivated over years, were all completely destroyed.

I didn’t say a word.

Just calmly called the finance office.

“Sell the St. Mary Cathedral in the western suburbs.”

It was the venue I had prepared as a surprise gift for our engagement.

The moment I hung up, a voice rang out behind me.

“Preston, why are you selling the engagement gift you gave me?”

At the end of the hallway stood Sherina, her face full of inexplicable rage.

“Didn’t you tell me your parents got married there?”

I replied coolly, “I changed my mind.”

'Changed his mind? There were only ten days left until our wedding. How could we possibly change the venue now? Unless... he wasn’t planning to marry me at all?'

That ridiculous thought flashed across Sherina’s mind—and it made her laugh out loud.

She was about to ask me which venue I planned to switch to, when Kervin conveniently appeared, wrapping his arm around her waist and planting a kiss on her cheek.

“Oh! Preston, you’re awake already.”

He acted like he had just noticed me, ducking behind Sherina with fake embarrassment—his voice dripping with smugness.

“Preston, Sherina cooked a huge feast for me today. I ate so much, my stomach actually hurts. Could you help me finish some? I really can’t eat another bite.”

Sherina giggled and tapped the tip of his nose affectionately. “Silly you, don’t gobble your food like that anymore."

"Here, take some digestion tablets. I’ll rub your tummy for you.”

Stomach growling, I didn’t refuse the invitation.

But I’d barely taken a few bites when I heard Kervin’s breathy, flirtatious moan.

“Sherina... you said you were only going to rub my tummy... Any lower than that, and you’re definitely not touching my abs anymore...”

Across the table, Sherina was giggling mischievously as she nibbled on Kervin’s ear, offering a halfhearted apology. But between her playful whispers, she shot a glance at me—just one look.

That single glance wiped the smile clean off her face.

Her expression darkened as she gritted her teeth and asked, “Preston, where’s the bracelet?”

She was referring to the very first gift she ever gave me.

For fifteen years—through childhood, school, and adulthood—I had never once taken it off.

Taking my time, I sipped my porridge and didn’t even lift my eyes as I replied indifferently, “It was old. It broke.”

Her jaw tensed. She let out a mirthless laugh and rubbed her temples.

“And then what? You just threw it away?”

I didn’t answer. I simply said, “I’m done eating. Enjoy the rest of your meal.”

As I stood up, entirely unaffected, Sherina slammed her palm onto the table.

But before she could explode, Kervin cried out first, “Sherina! I cut my hand with the butter knife!”

Without hesitation, Sherina took his finger into her mouth to suck the blood, then rushed off to the hospital with him in tow.

The moment they left, the moving company I had scheduled arrived.

I had them pack up all of my belongings and move everything into the new apartment my fiancée had purchased.

Afterward, I placed the keys to the villa on the entryway table and walked out without looking back.

—

Two days later.

Just as I stepped out of my personal studio, Sherina ambushed me—dragging me by force to a seaside restaurant.

Candlelight, ocean breeze, fresh seafood...

All the date fantasies I used to whisper into her ear—she’d arranged them all in one night.

Then, she took out a pristine, snowwhite Buddhist amulet, and tried to put it around my neck herself.

I immediately stepped back and declined politely, “It’s too valuable. You should give it to Kervin.”

Her expression shifted slightly.

“I was gone for two days and now you’re sulking like a corpse? What’s with the long face, Preston? Don’t tell me you actually see yourself as the Andrews family’s soninlaw?”

I smiled faintly. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Seeing my cold detachment, her gaze turned sharper. “Preston, I’m warning you—know when to stop. Don’t go testing my limits for no reason.”

Shaking my head, I replied flatly, “Don’t worry. From this moment on, there will be no more connection between us. Because—”

But I didn’t get to finish.

Sherina’s phone rang. It was Kervin.

His voice was choked with emotion on the other end.

“Sherina... today is your tenyear anniversary with Preston. I shouldn’t be calling, I know. But... I’m leaving."

"No one’s forcing me—I’m doing this willingly, really...” he sighed.

With that, the call ended.

No matter how many times she tried to call back, it only rang busy.

In a rage, she smashed the Buddhist amulet onto the ground, shards flying everywhere—One slashed across my cheek, but she didn’t even flinch.

Instead, she lunged at me, her hand clamping tightly around my throat.

“What the hell are you plotting again?!” she growled.

I stared back, utterly unafraid. “This has nothing to do with me.”

Her lips curled into a bitter smile. “Preston, your fake innocence and jealous little act make me sick.”

With a final glare full of loathing, Sherina turned and stormed off.

She had barely stepped out when my phone buzzed.

It was a message from Kervin.

[Preston, so what if you’re rich and powerful? In the end, my three months still beat your ten years.]

I replied with a single word [Congratulations], then blocked him.

But I didn’t even make it to the door.

Before I could leave, five bodyguards arranged by Sherina grabbed me, covering my mouth, dragging me into the bathroom—Forcing my head into a filthy toilet bowl, again and again.

When I was barely conscious, my body trembling, gasping for air, they stripped me naked and threw me into a 99°C industrial freezer like I was a dead dog.

In the final moments before I lost consciousness, I heard Sherina’s voice blaring from the restaurant’s broadcast system.

“I told you to keep an eye on Preston! What do you mean you ‘don’t know where he went’?”

“Useless fools! Get out of my way—I’ll find him myself!”

Half an hour later, after searching through hundreds of rooms, she finally found me.

The moment she opened the storage cabinet and saw my body—frozen purple and barely breathing—someone burst in, breathless with excitement.

“President Andrews! We found Mr. Welch! He rearended an Audi at an intersectio...”

Before the sentence was finished, Sherina had already turned and bolted out the door—without even a backward glance.

—

At the hospital.

When I opened my eyes, Sherina was standing beside my bed, adjusting the IV drip.

The moment she noticed I was awake, a flicker of uncertainty flashed in her eyes.

“Do you feel short of breath?” she asked gently. “The doctors said you just had a rib removed—some side effects are normal.”

My gaze stayed blank.

“...Why did I have a rib removed?”

After a pause, she cautiously explained, “Kervin injured his nose in the car crash... He kept crying, saying he was disfigured. So I... I used your rib to reconstruct his nasal bridge.”

I closed my eyes, exhaled deeply, and spoke slowly and clearly. “Sherina, let’s break up. From this moment on, I never want to see you again.”

She sighed, rubbing her temples with a look of forced patience. “Preston, you’re already thirty. Can you stop throwing these childish tantrums?”

Then, as if offering a peace treaty, she added, “Didn’t you always nag me about going on a honeymoon? Fine—I promise, once work settles down, I’ll make time for it.”

"Satisfied?”

Just then, her phone buzzed with a new voice message.

Kervin’s rich, honeyed voice rang out.

“Sherina~ My passport finally came through. Are you really taking me to Barcelona? I heard that’s where you and Preston’s parents first met and fell in love...”

Without hesitation, she replied, “Of course. Pack your things—we’re leaving tonight.”

While hurrying toward the exit, she announced flatly, “Preston, I have an urgent business trip. The wedding in seven days will have to be postponed. We’ll set a new date when I return.”

No argument. No apology. No explanation.

As her figure vanished from the room, I slowly unclenched my fist—my palm bloodied from my own fingernails.

Late that night, at the international airport.

Standing in the waiting area, I received a text from Sherina.

[It’s gotten chilly these past couple of days, so I ordered a new scarf for you. Minette will drop it off at your place tomorrow.]

I remembered Kervin’s designer overcoat he bragged about earlier, it was missing a scarf.

Without replying, I turned off my phone.

At that moment, I felt a soft pair of arms wrapped around me from behind.

“Preston,” a familiar voice whispered, “I’m back.”

I turned around to speak—only to see Sherina and Kervin not far away, fingers tightly interlocked, heading into the VIP lounge.

I turned my gaze back and gently kissed my fiancée on the forehead.

Then we walked out of the airport hand in hand.

'Goodbye, Sherina. I wish you safe travels and true love fulfilled. And as for me—cheers to my new marriage, to a life of joy and growing old together.'

—

Barcelona. Presidential Suite.

“Sherina, are you still feeling dizzy? Should we go to the hospital?” Kervin asked softly, his concern genuine.

Sherina squeezed his hand and smiled tenderly. “I’m fine. I just haven’t been sleeping well lately. Don’t worry—wherever you want to go these next few days, I’ll be right there with you.”

Kervin beamed with delight and cooed, “Then let me sing you a lullaby. Help you fall asleep nice and fast, my dear Sherina...”

When Sherina heard the words “lullaby,” she couldn’t help but recall an old childhood nursery rhyme.

She had long forgotten how it went.

All she could remember was the little boy who used to hum it softly to her as she fell asleep—his eyes as gentle as starlight.

That memory, faint yet vivid, made the dizziness and unease she had been feeling ever since she landed in Barcelona spike sharply.

She knew full well the root of her discomfort.

It all stemmed from the tall silhouette she glimpsed at the airport—that familiar back turned away, an arm wrapped protectively around a petite girl as they exited the terminal.

For a brief, breathless moment, she had truly thought that man was Preston.

Later that night, while Kervin was in the shower, Sherina opened Instagram.

Preston hadn’t replied to her message about the scarf.

What was that supposed to mean?

Was he giving her silent treatment?

With a cold smirk tugging at her lips, she scoffed, tossed her phone aside, and joined Kervin in the shower, indulging in a steamy lovers' bath.

For the next three full days, Sherina abandoned all her work and devoted herself entirely to accompanying Kervin as they toured nearly every corner of the city.

On the fourth night abroad, Kervin clutching a handful of postcards, wrapped his arms around Sherina with giddy excitement.

Grinning from ear to ear, he began writing exaggerated letters to his buddies back in America—eager to show off.

After Kervin fell asleep, Sherina—bored and restless—took a blank postcard for herself.

Her hand moved almost on its own, and wrote a name.

Preston.

She stared at the word in silence.

A second later, her face darkened. She crushed the card into a tight ball and tossed it in the trash.

Early morning of day six, Sherina made a casual call to a subordinate back in New York.

Trying to sound nonchalant, she asked, “Has Preston caused any scenes at the company lately? Like before—storming in just because he couldn’t reach me?”

There was an awkward pause on the other end.

“President Andrews... Mr. Silva hasn’t been to the office at all.”

Her grip on the phone tightened.

“Really?” she sneered. “At least he knows how to behave.”

She hung up and dove straight into the infinity pool, swimming furiously until her limbs gave out.

Only then did she drag herself back to the room.

Day seven.

Strolling through a foreign alleyway with Kervin’s hand in hers, they looked like the perfect honeymoon couple—laughing, carefree, radiant with sweetness.

They caught the eye of every street vendor they passed.

That was, until a man in an olivegreen military coat appeared across the street.

Sherina’s eyes narrowed.

“Tch. So that’s why you’ve been so quiet lately, Preston. You actually bought a ticket and followed me here?”

Sneering, she stormed across the road, shoved her way up behind the man, and spun him around—only to freeze in place.

She had the wrong person.

This man looked nothing like Preston.

But the coat was the same one he used to wear all the time—the one she always claimed to hate.

That was enough to throw her into chaos.

Ignoring oncoming traffic, she dashed across the street recklessly, chasing after a shadow that had already disappeared.

Breathless, stunned, she suddenly realized her phone had been vibrating nonstop.

It was her Instagram girls’ group chat. Messages pouring in like a flood.

Irritated, she tapped in, ready to leave the group altogether—only to see a photo that made her vision go red with fury.