My Sister Stabbed Me in the Back When I Was Seven Months Pregnant

My calm, almost careless attitude caught Jensen off guard. He reached out to stop me as I turned away. "Noelle, I know this must hurt. Blame me if you need to. But believe me, this divorce is only temporary. I'll keep my promise to you."I glanced at the hand holding mine, then pulled free. "Register the marriage with Brooke first. We can talk about the rest later."Jensen opened his mouth again, but Brooke was quicker. She slipped her arm through his and said sweetly, "Since Noelle's already urging us, let's just hurry and get this done."Then, she rubbed her stomach with a pitiful expression. "The doctor said I'm not in good health. There's a chance of premature labor. If the baby comes and we haven't gotten married, does that mean my baby will become a love child?"Jensen stopped hesitating at once. He carefully guided her into the car and even buckled her seatbelt for her. Meanwhile, I had to waddle to the backseat on my own, one hand holding my belly, the other bracing my back

The cup struck Jensen squarely on the shoulder before he had time to dodge.'Crash!'Glass shattered across the floor just as Brooke burst in through the doorway. She rushed to shield Jensen, her voice sharp with fury as she barked at me. "Noelle Zavala, don't forget—you and Jensen are already divorced! If you've got anger, take it out on me, not my husband. Watch yourself, or I'll call the police!"Even when Jensen tried to hold her back, Brooke jabbed her finger at me again and again, and even grabbed for something to throw. "I get it now—you're just making a scene to steal my husband's attention. That's your plan, huh? Divorce him only to crawl back in as the mistress? "Let me tell you something, Noelle Zavala—give up that fantasy! Jensen divorced you because he had already made his choice. He doesn't love you. You can scream and yell all you want, but that's not going to change the fact that you aren't wanted."Her shrill voice pierced my skull, but my strength was already sp

"You think I can't prove it if you don't admit it? Let me tell you, I can get a paternity test anytime. If you back out and refuse to take responsibility as the father, I'll make sure the whole world knows what you've done!"Love built on betrayal and theft was nothing but a bubble waiting to burst. With just a few words from me, Brooke was already frantic, and Jensen, just as I expected, was nothing more than a coward who couldn't take responsibility.When Brooke turned on him and showed her sharp, demanding side, Jensen lost his patience and shoved her toward the door. "Do you even know what should and shouldn't be said? Stop making trouble. Keep running your mouth and you'll regret it!"Gone was the man who once indulged her every whim. His voice was cold as he snapped, "I paid for every single thing you wear, eat, or use. And now you dare threaten me? You think you can bite the hand that feeds you? Get out. Just get out! I don't want to see your face right now!"Ignoring her so

But that foolish Noelle, who had once loved him so blindly, had already died with our child on that day.Now, I could only sneer at Jensen, who still thought he could trick me. "In my eyes, you're nothing but a filthy, faithless man, the very murderer of my baby. I don't love you, and I don't even hate you. To me, you're just a stranger who owes me too much. And I will let the law avenge what I went through."Before he could attempt another plea, my grandparents stormed out, a broom in hand, and drove him out, slamming the door shut behind him."Ellie, don't worry. We'll always protect you.""That kind of scumbag isn't worth fussing over. We'll always have your back!"For the first time in days, I broke down in sobs in my grandparents' arms.From the moment I had first suspected Jensen and Brooke of their affair, I had been carrying all that grief alone. My parents, who had always favored Brooke, refused to scold her even after realizing she was involved with her sister's husband