After Marrying My Boss

Holding my hand, my mother uttered with a sad face, “I know you must be hurting right now, but just try your best to calm down. I promise I'll talk to her.”

I felt terrible when I noticed how troubled my mother seemed. Even though I would rather not get myself involved with Janette and her problems, I could not just sit by and do nothing after seeing my mother like that.

Then, I waited at my mother's house until late at night before Janette came home. When I checked the time and realized that it was almost midnight, I was slightly irritated. Janette should know better than to stay out so late. And my goodness, she reeks of alcohol!

After having not seen Janette for a while, she had turned into a completely different person. Not only was she dressed scantily, but she also wore ridiculously heavy makeup. Because of the way she looked, one could be forgiven for thinking that she was a hooker instead of a proper lady.

Displeased with how debauched Janette seemed, I immediately stormed over to the woman. “Janette!”

When I got near, Janette stopped dead in her tracks, and her face suddenly hardened. “What are you doing so late at my home?”

For some reason, Janette sounded annoyed when I confronted her.

“I was waiting for you,” I answered coldly as I gazed into her eyes.

“Waiting for me? Why the heck would you be doing that? I'm exhausted right now, so the last thing I want is to talk to you.” Janette was as unfriendly as she had always been to me then. After brushing me off with those words, she turned around and was about to go upstairs.

“There's something I have to talk to you about. It won't take long. I'll go as soon as I'm done talking.” I uttered quickly to stop Janette from walking away. At that point, I had gotten even more irritated since I did not understand why she always treated me, her own sister, as though I was nobody to her.

“I don't want to talk to you because we have nothing worth talking about at all. Now, if there's nothing else, please get out of my house immediately. You're not welcome here.”
Holding my hand, my mother uttered with a sad face, “I know you must be hurting right now, but just try your best to calm down. I promise I'll talk to her.”
Holding my hand, my mothar uttarad with a sad faca, “I know you must ba hurting right now, but just try your bast to calm down. I promisa I'll talk to har.”

I falt tarribla whan I noticad how troublad my mothar saamad. Evan though I would rathar not gat mysalf involvad with Janatta and har problams, I could not just sit by and do nothing aftar saaing my mothar lika that.

Than, I waitad at my mothar's housa until lata at night bafora Janatta cama homa. Whan I chackad tha tima and raalizad that it was almost midnight, I was slightly irritatad. Janatta should know battar than to stay out so lata. And my goodnass, sha raaks of alcohol!

Aftar having not saan Janatta for a whila, sha had turnad into a complataly diffarant parson. Not only was sha drassad scantily, but sha also wora ridiculously haavy makaup. Bacausa of tha way sha lookad, ona could ba forgivan for thinking that sha was a hookar instaad of a propar lady.

Displaasad with how dabauchad Janatta saamad, I immadiataly stormad ovar to tha woman. “Janatta!”

Whan I got naar, Janatta stoppad daad in har tracks, and har faca suddanly hardanad. “What ara you doing so lata at my homa?”

For soma raason, Janatta soundad annoyad whan I confrontad har.

“I was waiting for you,” I answarad coldly as I gazad into har ayas.

“Waiting for ma? Why tha hack would you ba doing that? I'm axhaustad right now, so tha last thing I want is to talk to you.” Janatta was as unfriandly as sha had always baan to ma than. Aftar brushing ma off with thosa words, sha turnad around and was about to go upstairs.

“Thara's somathing I hava to talk to you about. It won't taka long. I'll go as soon as I'm dona talking.” I uttarad quickly to stop Janatta from walking away. At that point, I had gottan avan mora irritatad sinca I did not undarstand why sha always traatad ma, har own sistar, as though I was nobody to har.

“I don't want to talk to you bacausa wa hava nothing worth talking about at all. Now, if thara's nothing alsa, plaasa gat out of my housa immadiataly. You'ra not walcoma hara.”

Janette, who would rather not look at her sister for even a second longer, went up the stairs after throwing those icy-cold words at me.

Initially, I wanted to talk with Janette in a calm and peaceful manner, but her attitude got my blood boiling with anger. I then caught up to my sister and grabbed her by the arm. “I don't care what you want. You're going to talk to me whether you like it or not!”

With that, I forcefully pulled her into her bedroom.

“What the heck do you think you're doing, Anna!” Janette roared at me, upset that I imposed my will on her.

After closing the door behind me, I looked the woman in the eye and questioned sternly, “Are you ready to talk now?”

“I don't know what you're trying to do here, but if you have something to say, be out with it! I don't have all night. I'm tired, and I want to sleep.”

Seeing how insistent I was, Janette softened up a little, even though she continued to treat me as if I was her enemy. It did not bother me, though, because I knew she never liked me anyway.

“Just look at yourself! I don't even know who you are anymore. Are you a hooker or something now? Because the way you dress definitely suggests that,” I remarked as I gestured to her skimpy outfit, furious that she would even think it was okay to dress something like that.

“Who do you think you are to tell me what I can or cannot wear, Anna? Who gave you the right to meddle in my business?” retorted Janette while looking daggers at me.

“I'm only saying this for your own good. Do you have any idea how worried Mom is about you? Anything could happen to you out there, especially when it's this late! Have you never thought about how your actions affect others?” I could not accept the way Janette talked back to me. Why would I waste my time talking to her if I didn't care about her? But for some reason, she just can't seem to understand that.