I Returned as a Mafia Heiress After 99 Divorces,He Regretted Everything

Married to the world-class pianist William Harris for four years, we had gotten ninety-nine divorce licenses from the courthouse. Every single time, it was because of his adopted sister, Lucy. This time around, it was because I accidentally glanced at a poster of some actor Lucy had brought home. She actually said that since I dared to look at a hot actor's poster today, I would dare to cheat on him tomorrow. So she talked William into divorcing me again. Over the years, stuff like this had happened more times than I could count. William looked at me with those gentle eyes of his. "Lucy's young. Can't you just cut her some slack? Besides, it's just a piece of paper from the courthouse. It doesn't change anything between us. Once she cools down, we'll go get married again. No big deal." Turns out, to William, our marriage was nothing but a joke. Just another way to keep his spoiled little sister happy. I scrolled through my contacts and called a number that had been sitting there in silence for way too long. "Jack, I changed my mind. Can you come pick me up?" What William never knew was that the only reason he'd made it big in the music world was that I happened to be the one and only little sister of a mob boss. But this time? I was done with him. For real. "Once Lucy calms down, we'll go get remarried. No big deal." Hearing William say that, I was completely done with him. I let out a cold laugh. "In that case, we don't need to get remarried at all. You and Lucy can have the house all to yourselves from now on." William stared at me, his face full of frustration. "Jenny, what the hell are you talking about?" "I'm perfectly clear-headed. William, have you even kept count? All these years, because of your sister, how many times have we divorced?" His lips parted, but nothing came out. I smiled and kindly reminded him. "Counting this one, ninety-nine times total. I've got ninety-nine divorce licenses sitting in my nightstand drawer." Four years ago, when I married William Harris, I already knew he had an adopted sister named Lucy Miller, three years younger than him. The day we got our license, Lucy stood outside the courthouse crying. William spent two hours calming her down while I sat in the car in my wedding dress, waiting. That night, he told me Lucy just needed time to accept that he was getting married, and asked me not to take it personally. But not long after, Lucy moved into our house. She said she was scared living alone and missed the days when she used to live with William. That was when I realized Lucy had always been in love with William, though he'd never agreed to be with her. To make Lucy feel at home, William told her I was her sister-in-law and part of the family, so she didn't need to be uncomfortable around me. At first, when Lucy picked fights with me on purpose, William would take my side. But Lucy always threw a fit, crying that her brother didn't love her anymore and threatening to drown herself in the river. So William had no choice but to turn around and tell me to be more understanding. And then Lucy just kept pushing further and further, until she got William to divorce me. The first divorce happened because Lucy said my cooking was too salty and that I did it on purpose to starve her. The second divorce was because I came home late from work and Lucy told William I'd been out on a date with a coworker. The thirty-seventh divorce was because I glanced at some guy in the audience during William's concert. The seventy-second divorce was because Lucy's dog barked at me and I took a step back. She said I'd scared her dog. And this one, the ninety-ninth, was all because Lucy brought home a poster of some actor, and I happened to look at it when I walked through the living room. William rubbed his forehead. "Jenny, you know my heart's only got room for you. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'm not gonna let you get hurt for no reason. "But Lucy's my sister. Mom and Dad told me to take care of her before they passed, and I can't just turn my back on her." I looked at him. "Then what am I?" William's face went dark, and his tone turned impatient. "Can you not say stuff like that all the time? Do you really think you did nothing wrong? "If you hadn't been so careless, staring at that actor's poster, would Lucy have gotten upset?" I froze. "William, looking at a poster is careless now? Then what about Lucy? She chases young celebrities all day long and has pictures of men plastered all over her room. What's that supposed to be?" William's face went completely cold. "Shut up! Lucy's young. What's wrong with her following celebrities? You're a married woman, and you're still checking out other men. How is that the same?" His voice shot up, his eyes carrying a warning. I didn't say a word. I just stared at him coldly. William met my gaze, and his voice suddenly softened. "Jenny, I didn't mean to yell at you. On your way back, pick up a few bags for Lucy, maybe a necklace too. Get her in a good mood, and this whole thing blows over." Seeing my face still hard, William added, "Haven't you been wanting me to cook for you? I'll make you dinner tonight, alright? "Trust me. This kinda thing won't happen again." I was quiet for a few seconds. "Fine. William, this is the last time."