She Saved Her Brother, And Lost Her Husband Forever

My wife was known as the goddess of pure love. In the three years we were married, she only allowed hugs, kisses and sleeping in each other's arms.

She always said that true love meant resisting temptation, which tested my sincerity.

But then, at my birthday party, everything changed. She was pressed against the sink by her foster brother, gasping for breath.

She whispered, "Don't worry, brother. I've never let him touch me. My heart has always been yours."

Her foster brother's grip tightened around her waist, his breath ragged.

"Then isn't he useless as a man? Girl, you're wicked."