Novel & Cerita My Husband Got My Sister Pregnant

The house had burned down, but we had walked out of the fire. "Take me home," I whispered. "To the penthouse." "Okay." He kissed my forehead and merged back onto the road. The secrets were out. The damage was done. And somewhere across town, my sister was realizing her plan had backfired spectacularly. The wedding was six weeks away. It would never happen. And somehow, even though I was the one with the secret baby, I knew that for the first time in our lives... I wasn't the one who had lost everything.

He naturally took my hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand, his eyes brimming with tenderness: "This is the child we've been hoping for so long. Of course I want to give them the best." This display of devotion—if I hadn't heard the truth with my own ears, who would believe it was all an act? As we walked out of the mall, we ran into Emily coming toward us. She was wearing a well-tailored maternity dress. When she saw us, especially James holding my hand tightly, a flash of jealous hatred crossed her eyes before being deliberately replaced with smugness. But she was alone. It seemed my "dear sister's" marriage to my former fiancé wasn't as blissful as it had appeared.

3 years of marriage, yet no child every couple would be happy to hear that sentence that bonds the existence of marriage, not in my case. I watched my husband leave home and come back once in two weeks and sometimes once in a month, my marriage was shattered and there was nothing I could do to save it. “No,” I said, too sharp, too defensive. “Impossible” She threw the result papers at me. "VALDEZ, ARIA. RESULT: POSITIVE. ESTIMATED GESTATION: 3 WEEKS." I read. 3 weeks...it dawned on me... Zachary, my stepfatherinlaw, I thought he used protection, how could I still have gotten pregnant?

It was a humiliating, frozen moment. We were husband and wife, but we might as well have been strangers. He had just tended to my sister with a tenderness I once believed belonged only to me, while I was being dragged away like an unwelcome intruder who didn’t belong in a place like this. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something—anything—to explain. Instead, he glanced past me at the waiter and said evenly, “This is my wife. Let her go.” The waiter stared, flustered.

After a long time, he said, "Before I was with your sister, I had a short marriage. My ex-wife and I were both orphans. We grew up together in the Welfare Institute. Later, we got married. I thought we would spend our lives like this. Not long after we got married, I had a serious illness, eye cancer. My surgery fees were very expensive, I couldn't bear to delay her. . . So I signed a divorce agreement with her." "After that, I met your sister. She found me a doctor behind my back, and she paid me surgery fees. I thought my life was over, but she brought me back to life. And so, I was with your sister." "When your sister was in an uproar because of me and her, a friend of my ex-wife told me

I stroke my hair. “I love my husband, mom, but I stayed away from him while I was pregnant because I couldn’t take it any longer, and do you know who my husband's mistress is?” I smiled as my tears flowed once more because I remembered everything. “My sister, she is the same woman as my husband’s mistress. I saw them naked in our bed, so since then… I finished my relationship with her as my sister,” I said. Mom burst into tears and hugged me. “Oh, my god! Why didn’t you call me? I'm your mom, Scarlett! I did not know my daughter was going through something!” she sobbed as she hugged me.

My husband and my step-sister were having a threesome! My heart started pounding, loud and erratic, like I was about to faint.

“All right, everyone. Stop forcing Nancy. “I’m a widow and an orphan. Now that I have Mom and Dad, I’ve nothing more to ask.” Then, Anna leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, “Your parents and husband are all mine now. “Nancy, do you still think that your miscarriage two years ago was just an accident? “Let me tell you the truth. Jonathan was worried that you’d take my job once you’re pregnant, so he had someone prescribe you the medicine that led to a miscarriage. It’s he who killed the child on his own.” Clang! My hands trembled so badly that I could not hold the plate steadily. As a result, it fell to the floor.

, “What? No—you don’t have to. My father still is unaware of what happened my mother has asked me not to come. So its better if we don't —” “I don’t think I need advice,” he said coolly, stepping further into the kitchen, “from someone whose sister betrayed me.” His voice cut like glass. “And don’t think you’re some saint, Layla. Does your boyfriend know you married me? You did the same to him that your sister did to me.” The air froze between us. My lips parted, but no words came. Xavier’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—anger, maybe disappointment—before he turned away. “So go get dressed.”

That realization made my throat constrict. I'd been given the kidney a few months earlier. To Christian. My husband. He'd needed it, and I'd not asked questions. That's what love is, isn't it? Sacrificing pieces of you so the one you love can live on. I wasn't allowed to be present in the hospital for the procedure itself. Hospital rules or something, but I visited him afterward. Pale but alive. Breathing. Smiling. And that was enough. As long as he's fine, I don't care about anything else.