“I Don’t Want to See You”: How My Husband’s Sister Destroyed My Marriage in One Evening
Emily hurried to set the table, making sure everything looked perfect. Tonight, an important guest was coming—her husband William’s sister, Victoria. Emily had never met her in person but had only heard good things: kind, well-educated, successful.
“Everything’s ready!” she called, forcing a smile to hide her nerves.
A few minutes later, William walked in with his sister. Victoria scanned the room the moment she stepped inside, curled her lip, and sat at the table with an air of disdain.
“I don’t want to sit at the same table as you,” Victoria suddenly sneered, glaring at Emily.
Emily froze. She didn’t understand what was happening.
“What’s that look for?” Victoria snapped. “Don’t play dumb—you know exactly why I hate you!”
“I’ve never even met you before…” Emily murmured, speechless.
“Oh, never met me?” Victoria let out a mocking laugh. “You trapped my brother, and now you’re sitting here like royalty. If it weren’t for you, everything would’ve been different!”
William shifted uncomfortably and placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder.
“Victoria, that’s enough.”
“Shut it!” she snapped. “You were supposed to marry my best friend. The dress was picked, the restaurant booked. And now you’re stuck here with this—”
“That was long before I met Emily,” William said wearily.
“Stop lying to yourself!” Victoria shot back. “She’s the reason! You left Sophia, and this one bewitched you!”
For the first time in her life, Emily felt real fury bubbling inside her.
“I have a name, by the way,” she said through clenched teeth.
“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 you’ve clearly got him wrapped around your finger.”
Emily looked at William, waiting for some kind of support, but he just stared at the floor.
“How much longer do I have to listen to this?” Emily asked coldly.
“Nobody asked for your opinion,” Victoria shot back.
“Perhaps you’ve forgotten you’re a guest in my home?” Emily’s voice shook with barely contained anger. “If you’re going to sit at my table, at least have the decency to behave!”
“I couldn’t care less,” Victoria scoffed. “This is my brother’s house, not yours. And if I’d been here back then, this wedding would’ve never happened!”
Emily turned to William.
“Are you just going to stand there in silence?”
He hesitated, unable to find the courage to defend his wife.
“Fine,” Emily sighed heavily. “If neither of you likes it here, the door’s that way. Both of you.”
Victoria lifted her chin.
“I’ll only leave with William.”
“Perfect,” Emily nodded calmly.
“Are you serious?” William asked, stunned.
Victoria seized the moment.
“Look at how she talks to you! Are you really going to let her order you around?”
“Shut up!” William suddenly exploded. “What was the point of you coming here? To ruin my marriage?”
“I came to see you, not her!” Victoria cried.
“And instead, you started a scene,” William snapped.
Victoria shot up, shoved the dishes off the table, and stormed toward the door.
“You clean it up!” she shouted before slamming the front door behind her.
But the damage was already done.
An hour later, Emily stood in the bedroom doorway, holding William’s suitcase.
“Go live with your darling sister. You don’t belong here anymore,” she said quietly.
“Emily, you know…” William began, but she just shook her head.
“No, Will. I don’t want to understand anymore. No forgiving, no waiting, no hoping.”
And William left.
Months passed.
Emily lived alone. At first, it hurt—enough to bring her to tears—but with each day came relief. No one mocked her, betrayed her, or stayed silent when she needed defending.
William stayed with his sister. But that didn’t bring him happiness either. Two months later, Victoria flew back abroad, and he was left in an empty flat, alone with his regrets.
Only then did he realize who he’d lost forever.
But it was too late.