And so, the unambitious Evelyn Peary chose to stay in Andrew Morgan for a month.
"Little Sister-in-law, my brother is so heartless," Evelyn said over the phone. "You should really give him a talking-to later. I'm his biological sister, you know! Not some piece of trash he picked up from the street."
I can't think about it, I just can't, Evelyn fumed silently. The more I think about it, the more miserable I feel.
"As if I could ever lecture him." Nia Mitchell pouted. She was completely under his thumb.
"Why wouldn't you be able to? Sister-in-law, you're his wife."
Nia sighed and walked towards the garage. It was practically impossible to get a cab around here, so she had to drive. She had just randomly grabbed a car key from upstairs and didn't even know which car it belonged to.
"What does being his wife matter?" Nia said into the phone. "He's incredibly controlling with me."
