Just a week before our wedding, my fiancee, Jeanette Lester, confessed that she was carrying a child conceived with frozen sperm from my younger brother, Noah Rowley."I'm so thankful that our love gets to live on in a different form," she fawned on social media, showing off the test results.Noah commented, "Meeting you has been the greatest stroke of luck in my life."Mom chimed in. "Jenny, you've suffered a lot. Nathan's apartment should be under your name alone."I didn't even bother arguing. Instead, I simply replied with just one word—"Congratulations".A few seconds later, my phone rang. "Your brother can't have kids anymore. It's just one child. Plus, it's still related to you. Why are you being so petty?" Mom snapped.I let out a quiet laugh, ended the call, and dialed a different number. I asked, "Would you like to get married?"There was a brief pause on the line before the other end erupted in shrieks of joy. "Really? You've finally thought it through! I'll book my f
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