Rejected by My Wife Protected by My Sisters

The rain outside poured heavily against the big glass windows of the Vale family mansion. Inside the dining hall, Adrian Cole sat quietly at the long marble table while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner as though he did not exist. No one looked at him. No one spoke to him. It had been this way for three years. “Why are you sitting there like a corpse?” Bianca Vale’s mother snapped. “Can’t you see everyone has finished eating? Go clean the kitchen.” Adrian lowered his eyes. He made sure to not make the mistake of looking straight towards his mother in law's direction. “Alright.” Before he could stand, a document slid across the table and stopped directly in front of him and his movements froze right away. Just what now? Bianca finally looked at him. His wife’s gaze on him was cold and indifferent as usual, As if he were a stranger she regretted knowing, something he had gotten accustomed to. “Sign it.” Adrian stared at the bold words on the front page. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. For a moment, the room became eerily silent. Even though he had prepared himself for this day countless times… it still hurt. Just why can’t she stop hurting him? He slowly raised his head. “What?” Bianca crossed her arms. “Don’t make this difficult.” Her expensive diamond earrings shimmered beneath the chandelier light while her expression remained emotionless as she continued glaring at the man in front of her. “I’m tired, Adrian.” Her mother scoffed loudly. “She should’ve divorced you years ago. A useless man like you never deserved my daughter.” The others nodded in agreement. “Exactly just sign it already and leave our family.” “Mtweew! what a useless man hiding under our armor.” Another chipped in, “Tsk! Just go back to your lowlife lifestyle, Cole!” Adrian’s fingers tightened slightly behind the table. Three years ago, Bianca had married him against everyone’s wishes after he saved her during an accident. At the time, she said status did not matter. She said she loved him. But love disappeared quickly after marriage. Especially once people started whispering that Adrian had no powerful family, no money, and no future. To the Vales, he was nothing more than dead weight. Bianca slid a black bank card toward him. “There’s five hundred thousand dollars inside. Take it and leave peacefully.” Adrian looked at the card without touching it. Then he looked at her. “So that’s what our marriage is worth to you?” Bianca’s gaze flickered for a split second before hardening again. “At least I’m compensating you.” Her mother laughed mockingly. “Compensating him? You’re too kind. A man like him should be grateful he even lived in this house.” Adrian swallowed quietly. He had endured humiliation for years because he loved Bianca. Because he believed one day things would change. But now… he finally understood. Some people only love you when they think you are useful. Just like he was useful to her 3 years ago. A tall man suddenly entered the dining hall. Dressed in a luxury gray suit, he carried himself with the confidence of someone born superior. Damien Laurent. Bianca’s first love. The atmosphere immediately changed. Bianca’s cold face softened instantly when she saw him. “You’re here.” Damien smiled gently before placing a hand on her shoulder possessively. “I came to pick you up.” Then his eyes landed on Adrian. A smug smile appeared. “So,” Damien said casually, “he finally knows.” Adrian’s chest tightened.Bianca avoided his eyes again. That silence alone was enough for him to understand everything. She was back with her ex. The ultimate humiliation ever done to him, even worse than how they had treated him the past years. Damien chuckled. “You should thank Bianca honestly. She wasted three years playing house with you.” “Damien,” Bianca muttered softly, though she made no effort to stop him. Her mother smirked proudly instead. Adrian suddenly felt ridiculous. Every sacrifice. Every insult he tolerated. Every lonely night waiting for Bianca to come home. It was all meaningless. It meant nothing to his cold wife. Absolutely meaningless. Damien pulled out another chair and sat beside Bianca naturally, as though Adrian had already disappeared. “You know,” Damien said lazily, “there are people born to stand at the top… and people born to serve them.” His eyes swept over Adrian dismissively. “You were simply born unlucky.” The dining hall erupted into quiet laughter. Adrian looked down at the divorce papers again. Then slowly… he signed them. Bianca finally released a breath of relief. “Good.” Something inside Adrian went cold. Not anger. Not heartbreak either but just emptiness, raw ultimate emptiness as his world began crumbling down. He stood up silently. “I’ll pack my things tonight.” Bianca hesitated briefly. But only briefly and did nothing else after that, and for a moment he thought she would consider everything but nothing happened as she just replied with a single word, “Fine.” Adrian turned and walked upstairs under the mocking gazes behind him. By the time he finished packing, the rain had become heavier. He carried only one suitcase. Three years of marriage reduced to a single bag. As Adrian stepped downstairs, he overheard laughter coming from the living room. Bianca and Damien were sitting close together on the couch while the Vale family discussed business partnerships as though Adrian no longer existed. No one stopped him, none of them cared. Adrian walked toward the front door quietly. But before he could open it… Headlights suddenly flashed through the rain outside. One car. Then another. Then another. Luxury black vehicles lined up before the mansion gates one after another until the entire street was blocked. The laughter inside the house stopped instantly. Bianca frowned immediately, “What’s going on?” The Vale family exchanged confused looks. Then the car doors opened simultaneously. Six women stepped out into the rain. Each one was breathtaking. Each one powerful enough to make the atmosphere itself feel oppressive. The first wore a black suit and red heels, her cold beauty terrifying beneath the storm. The second held an umbrella elegantly beside her white medical coat. The third removed her sunglasses slowly, revealing sharp eyes filled with contempt. The fourth carried herself with graceful silence. The fifth looked like a celebrity walking out of a magazine cover. And the last… The last stared directly at Adrian like she had finally found something she had been searching for her entire life. The mansion doors opened. The six women entered together. The pressure they carried suffocated the entire room. Bianca stood up immediately. “Who are—” The woman in front ignored her completely. Instead, her icy gaze landed on Adrian’s tired face. For the first time in years, her expression broke. Her eyes turned red instantly. “Hey…” The suitcase slipped slightly from his hand. The woman took a trembling step forward. Then another. Until she stood directly before him. “You’re alive…” The entire room fell silent. And then the coldest woman among them suddenly pulled Adrian into her arms. “We finally found you, little brother.”