He Chose His Sisters-in-Law, So I Made Him Beg

"The day I went into labor, Adrian had barely walked me into the maternity ward before Lydia called him for help.

""Lydia's condition just took a turn. I have to go.""

I caught his sleeve.

""I'm about to give birth.""

His face went cold. ""Are you seriously jealous of Lydia now?""

For three years after our wedding, he kept me on the eighteenth floor of a luxury apartment building.

The three women he introduced as his brothers' wives lived on the nineteenth, twentieth, and twenty-first floors.