I Married My Sister’s Jilted Boyfriend Novel by lsabella T. _ Novel




I Married My Sister’s Jilted Boyfriend Chapter 01

At fifteen, Priscilla Trivett watched her sister pin Algernon Buckley, the boy next door, against the wall and kiss him. Algernon stood completely frozen, his ears turning bright red, yet he didn’t push her away.
At eighteen, Priscilla witnessed her sister and Algernon, their fingers tightly locked, talk to their parents about getting married.
When Priscilla was twenty, her sister, Matilda Trivett, ran off the day before her wedding for a precious chance to study abroad.
Priscilla ran after Matilda to the end of the alley, her voice trembling as she called out, “Mattie, since you don’t want him anymore… Can I… be with him?”
Matilda paused, then turned and waved dismissively. “Sure. He’s all yours.”
So, for the sake of both families’ reputations and her own hidden desires, Priscilla put on a wedding dress that was never meant for her, rode in the jeep sent to fetch the bride, and became Algernon’s wife.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye. She’d learned to make soup, to iron Algernon’s military uniforms. She kept every aspect of his life in perfect order. Yet, an invisible pane of glass always seemed to separate him from her.
Still, she firmly believed she would love him for a long, long time.
But one day, everything fell apart.
That day, Priscilla went to deliver lunch to Algernon as usual. Arriving at his office, she remembered he had asked her not to disturb him during work hours, so she waited outside.
At some point, it began to rain. Standing in the drizzle, she held the lunchbox tight, trying to shield the food from the cold rain.
The minutes ticked by, yet Algernon didn’t come out. Worried his stomach issues might flare up, she finally mustered the courage and cautiously approached his office.
The next moment, she froze at the scene before her.
The usually stern and authoritative commander was down on one knee, facing Matilda, who had been away for three years.
He was carefully, tenderly massaging her ankle.
Matilda let out a soft gasp and complained playfully, “Ouch… Be gentle, will you?”
He immediately softened his touch. Looking up at her, he asked, his voice taut with unease, “How about now?”
Matilda suddenly chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” His voice was deep and gentle.
Her lips curved into a smile. “Nothing. It’s just… Well, you’re Priscilla’s beloved. She’s out there drenched in the rain with the lunch she made, yet here you are, massaging my ankle. I wonder if she’ll cry if she sees us like this.”
Algernon’s voice remained calm, yet it pierced Priscilla’s heart like a sharp blade.
“I don’t care if she cries.
“All I care about is whether you’re hurt.”
His words shattered Priscilla’s heart.
Frozen in place, she felt the lunchbox in her arms grow searingly hot, almost too much to bear.
“Mrs. Buckley? Are you here to see Commander Buckley? Why aren’t you going in?” a passing officer asked in surprise upon seeing her.
His voice startled the two inside.
When Algernon looked toward the door, Priscilla panicked as if she had been caught doing something wrong. Clutching the lunchbox, she turned and stumbled out without a word.
The rain was now coming down in sheets.
Heavy drops pelted her body and face, chilling her to the bone, yet she felt no physical pain.
She kept running, desperate, as though distance could shield her from the stifling scene and Algernon’s harsh words.
Tears, mingled with the rain, streamed down her face, bitterer than ever before.
Why did everyone love Matilda more than her?
Growing up, Matilda was always the favored one, getting the best snacks, the prettiest dresses, and all the praise and attention from their parents.
Meanwhile, she always got stuck with Matilda’s old clothes and discarded toys.
Even the man she loved with all her heart was Matilda’s hand-me-down.
Even after so many years, Algernon remained unaware of how happy Priscilla had been to become his wife.
That happiness had kept her going through countless lonely nights these past three years.
When she was little, the neighborhood kids bullied her, leaving her crying. It was Algernon who chased them away with a stern expression and gave her a piece of fruit candy, still warm from his pocket.
When she did poorly on an exam and went to cry by the river alone, it was Algernon who found her. He sat with her for a long time without saying a word. When they were about to go home, he told her, “One failed exam doesn’t define you. You just need to work harder next time.”
Later, whenever he came home in his military uniform, looking so upright and handsome, she couldn’t help stealing glances at him, her heart pounding in her chest.
So, when Matilda fled, she gathered every ounce of courage she had and asked if she could take her place with him.
Matilda had cast him aside, but to Priscilla, he had always been a treasure—the man she had loved silently, too afraid even to reach for.
She brought that treasure home, pouring all her love and care into him until she was completely spent.
But only now did Priscilla realize that the treasure had belonged to Matilda when she was fifteen—it had never truly been hers.
Caught in a storm of emotions, she couldn’t stop herself from both laughing and crying. She had no idea how long she ran through the pouring rain. When she finally looked up, she found herself standing in front of the courthouse.
At that moment, it suddenly struck her—even though she had loved Algernon for years with all her heart, letting him go took only one second.
She wiped the tears and rain from her face, took a deep breath, and walked inside.
“Hello. I’d like to apply for a divorce.”
The staff member was taken aback by Priscilla’s drenched and disheveled appearance, but didn’t ask too much.
“Divorce seems only sensible,” she thought. “Her husband must be awful—why else would she be completely drenched in this pouring rain?”
She handed Priscilla several forms to fill out.
After Priscilla signed them, she took the papers back and said, “We’ll need to process these. It will take a few business days. You can head home, and we’ll be in touch soon with an update.”
Priscilla nodded softly. “Thank you.”
As soon as she left the courthouse, she heard a car horn not far away.
She instinctively turned and saw a familiar jeep parked by the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Algernon’s handsome profile.
At the sight of Priscilla, soaked to the skin, he frowned. “What happened? Get in the car.”
In the past, Priscilla would have been thrilled to have a moment alone with him and would have climbed in without hesitation.
But today, she simply shook her head. “No need. I can go back on my own.”
She spotted a homeless man taking cover under a nearby roof edge, huddled against the relentless rain. After a brief pause, she walked over, crouched down, and gently placed the lunchbox she had been clutching tightly in front of him.
A flicker of astonishment crossed Algernon’s eyes—perhaps for the first time ever.
His frown deepened as he quickly realized she must have seen and heard everything at his office door.
No wonder he hadn’t seen her.

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