After finding out about Jessica Robinson's infidelity, my husband, Andrew Robinson, advised me over the phone, "When you go to Ethan's house with Mom later, don't say a word."

I was shocked. "Ethan, are you even human? Your sister's been wronged, and instead of standing up for her, you're asking me and Mom to just sit tight?"

As Andrew patiently explained, I realized Jessica was utterly blinded by love.

Ethan gambled, and she'd call him smart.

Ethan drank, and she'd say he was a legendary drinker from ancient times.

Ethan smoked, and she'd say he engraved her name on the cigarette and inhaled her into his lungs.

Given how deep Jessica's love obsession ran, even when I emphasized over the phone that Jessica was truly angry this time, my husband still insisted that Mom and I hold our ground.

But when we got to Ethan's house, the situation was already too intense for us to intervene.

In her anger, Jessica hadn't just called me and Mom; she'd called Aunt Harris, Aunt Smith, Aunt Wilson, and a whole slew of relatives from Ethan's side, filling the entire room.

Ethan sat on the couch, eyes downcast, while Jessica held their three-year-old son, banging on the table.

"Ethan, that old woman's grandson is almost as old as your son. Tell me, what are you after?"

"Sis-in-law, Aunt Harris, Aunt Wilson, you tell me, how could he do something so disgusting? How can he mess around with that woman without regard for place or protection?"

The older women wore uncomfortable expressions and could only repeat, "Ethan's in the wrong. Jessica's been so good to him. He shouldn't take her for granted."

Hearing this, Jessica only grew more agitated. "Aunt Wilson, you know, when I first married Ethan, he had nothing. I brought fifty thousand dollars from home, rebuilt the house, and bought a car."

"Later, when Ethan's business failed, I borrowed thirty thousand from my family for him, and to this day, I haven't asked him to repay it. I've given him everything. How does he repay me?"

Listening to this made my vision blur from frustration.

Girl, during a negotiation, what's the point of repeating all this?

What's your leverage? What's your demand?

You can't just hold onto such a huge mistake and neither divorce nor gain any tangible benefit, only to vent your emotions.

Apparently, Mrs. Robinson thought of this too. She clutched her chest, giving me frantic looks.

Knowing her heart condition and fear of stress, I signaled her to stay calm. I navigated through the crowd to Jessica, taking the frightened little boy from her arms, who looked too scared to cry.

Then I pulled her aside, cutting short her ineffective emotional outburst. "Aunt, today's situation is unacceptable to us as Jessica's family."

"Ethan, I'll take Jessica and the child home for a few days. You both need to cool off and think about the next steps. If you still want to be together, I hope you'll show some sincerity."

I carried the child, pulling Jessica along as we left.

Just as we reached the door, Jessica suddenly broke free from my grasp, tears in her eyes, and threw one last harsh remark at Ethan, "Ethan, think about it. Are you really doing right by me?"

Remembering what Andrew said, that Jessica was blinded by love, I didn't say more. I hurriedly got her and the child into the car and rushed Mrs. Robinson to the hospital.

Thankfully, after two IV drips, Mrs. Robinson finally calmed down.

Tears shimmered in her eyes as she held my hand. "My body just can't handle it. With Andrew away and your sister so clueless, it's hard on you."

I shook my head, holding her hand.

Jessica was indeed quite a handful, but Andrew treated me with tenderness, and Mrs. Robinson cared for me dearly. For their sake, I was willing to endure it.