
I Didn't Sign Up for a Sister-WifeOn the day of our daughter's full-month celebration, Harvey McKinzie walked onto the stage holding the hand of his widowed, heavily pregnant sister-in-law.
"Honey, to be honest with you—my sister-in-law's baby is mine."
His parents followed behind, looking completely unapologetic.
"We're the ones who made it happen. We drugged them. Our oldest son may be gone, but the family can't be without an heir.
"Harvey is taking on the responsibility of carrying on both family lines—it hasn't been easy for him. From now on, you need to take good care of Lydia and the child she's carrying."
The sister-in-law, now eight months pregnant, glanced at me shyly.
"Jennifer, we're sister-wives now."
I stood there frozen, holding my daughter, my voice trembling.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
Harvey frowned and let out a long sigh.
"You're always saying how hard Lydia has it, right? Isn't it better if I just take care of her openly and properly?
"I promise—you'll be the first wife, and she'll be the second. On paper, you're still my only legal wife."
In that moment, my blood ran cold.
Then, for the first time in a long while, I heard the system's alert in my head.
[Host emotional fluctuation detected. Would you like to use all remaining points to exit the current world?]