[FULL STORY] my little sister had a crush on my husband, but what she didn’t know was he’s crazy in love? #redditstory #story #goviral #fyp

My little sister had a crush on my husband, so what she didn't know was he's crazy in love. Ariana's been following Kevin around like a lost puppy since I married him two years ago. Batting her eyelashes, accidentally showing up wherever we are, wearing his favorite color blue, asking him about his hobbies. The whole desperate routine that makes family gatherings awkward. It started innocent enough, family dinners where she'd sit next to him instead of me, commenting, hard eyes, emojis on all his Instagram posts, asking him to explain basic things like changing a tire or fixing a leaky faucet, stuff she definitely already knew how to do. Mom thought it was sweet that Ariana was bonding with her brother-in-law, dad was oblivious, but I could see what was happening. Ariana's always been competitive when he since we were kids. When I got accepted to college, she suddenly wanted the same one. When I got my first boyfriend in high school, she spent months trying to get his attention. The past six months, it escalated into stalker territory. She'd text Kevin directly about emergencies that required him coming over when I was at work. Last month, she called crying about a break-in that turned out to be her cat knocking over a plant. A month before, she claimed her car wouldn't start in a parking lot, except when he got there, it started perfectly fine. Kevin always handled it lightly because he's a good guy, but I could see he was getting uncomfortable. He'd show me the text afterward, roll his eyes, make jokes about her desperation, but never wanted to be harsh since she's family. She's young, and doesn't understand boundaries, he'd say, she'll grow out of it. But Ariana's 23, not 13, she knows exactly what she's doing. Last weekend, she went nuclear, showed up Saturday morning at 9 AM in a tiny white sundress, full makeup, hair done like a photo shoot, claiming she needed Kevin to move heavy furniture. I'm just so weak and helpless, she potted, flexing her crossfit arms, I need a big, strong man. I was upstairs doing laundry, but could hear everything through the vents. Usually I'd rescue Kevin from the awkwardness, but something made me stay put. Maybe I wanted to see how far she'd take it. Oh my god, Kevin, you're so muscular, she giggled, clearly touching his arm. Do you work out every day? I bet you could lift me with one hand, wanna try? I rolled my eyes, this girl had zero shame. I kept folding clothes, waiting for Kevin's polite deflection. Instead, I heard him say seriously, "Aryana, can I tell you something important?" My heart sank, "Oh god, here we go." Two years of marriage down the drain because my sister can't keep her hands to herself. Of course, she church, you can tell me anything, Kevin. I need you to stop this behavior immediately. Wait, what? Stop what? She played innocent, defensive edge creeping in. The flirting, the constant texting, the fake emergencies, the revealing outfits. All of it stops now. I don't know what you mean. Because, she interrupted, voice deadly serious. Your sister is the only woman I have ever loved or will love. Like, scary level obsessed love. I literally cannot see other women as romantic possibilities. My brain doesn't register them as options, dead silence downstairs. When your sister walks into any room, everyone else becomes invisible to me, including you. I know that sounds harsh, but I need you to understand. There is zero chance of anything between us, not one percent, not ever. I crept to the stairs, hardly breathing. Aryana's voice got shrill, but I'm five years younger. I'm prettier, I have a better body. I wouldn't care if you were a super model. My wife could gain 200 pounds, lose her hair, get covered in scars, and I'd still choose her over anyone on this planet without hesitation. That's not normal, Kevin, that's obsessive. Yeah, probably. And I'm completely fine with that obsession when it comes to my wife. I heard Aryana's heels clicking rantically toward the door. This isn't over, she hissed. Yes, it absolutely is. And Aryana, if you keep pushing this, I'll tell your sister everything, including those photos you sent last month that I deleted immediately. The door slammed so hard our wedding picture rattled.