When My Husband Chose His Sister

I married into the Miller family in my third year when my husband, Ethan Miller, got into a car accident.

His life was saved, but the doctor said he injured his lower body and could no longer have children.

When I heard the news, my mind went blank.

But Ethan held my hand, his eyes red-rimmed, and comforted me.

"Charlotte, it's okay. At least we already have a daughter. That's enough."

I nodded.

Back then, I thought as long as we were united as a couple, we could get through this hurdle.

I never expected that Miranda would start talking behind my back.

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