My Husband Chose My Abuser, So I Ruined Him

At the live broadcast of the university's New Year's Gala, a world-famous pop star smiled as he handed a signed photo to my husband.

His gaze swept over the woman standing beside him, and he offered a warm blessing.

"Professor Carter, you and your wife look absolutely beautiful together."

My stepsister lowered her head, blushing deeply.

Julian, however, remained silent.

He didn't explain that she wasn't his wife.

At that moment, I finally realized that the woman he loved—the one he loved most—was my stepsister. The same girl who had bullied me for ten agonizing years.