Novel & Cerita My Husband Got My Sister Pregnant

Like he hadn’t heard right. “That’s a bad idea,” he said flatly. “You don’t know what you’re inviting into this house.” Grace held his gaze. “I know exactly what I’m doing.” “No, you don’t.” “Yes, I do.” Her voice firmer now. “She’s my sister.” “She’s pregnant.” “And she needs help.” Johnny stood up. Ran a hand through his hair. Frustrated. “This won’t end well.” Grace stood too. “Doing nothing won’t either.”

When he found out what happened, he announced our wedding that same day. It felt like a dream come true. Except it wasn't a dream at all. It was a nightmare. Dylan didn't love me. Not even a little bit. He hated me, actually. Despised me. And I knew exactly why, because marrying me meant he had to let go of the woman he truly loved, Sophie Bennett. And here's the twisted part: Sophie is my sister. My own flesh and blood. Still, I gathered every bit of courage I had and called him.

My husband’s phone pinged with a message. I was about to take it to him at work because he’d forgotten it at home. The message was from my sister. Curiosity piqued, I entered the password to unlock the phone and went to the message. “I AM PREGNANT.”

I pushed open the door wanting to get a proper look at her face and I clapped the minute I entered. As soon as I saw the familiar face in front of me, everything became very blurry to me and it felt like my world just crashed and burned. I have never felt so betrayed in my entire life. I refused to accept that it was my sister's voice earlier but turns out I was right at first. "Well, isn't this just interesting?" I muttered. They looked surprised to see me and all I wanted to do was tear them apart for what they had done to me. This was just the height of it. My husband and my sister had an affair and now, she is pregnant.

Loved her sincerely as only a sister can. And she repaid me by fucking my husband. That kind of betrayal requires a special response. The pregnancy was an insult I hadn’t anticipated. My sister carrying my husband’s baby. Giving him what I couldn’t. The one thing cancer, fake or real, had actually stolen from me. That couldn’t stand. The misoprostol was easy to acquire. Dissolving it in her orange juice over three mornings was simple. She never noticed. Too busy playing the devoted sister while spreading her legs for my husband.

And the man I thought was a blessing to me has shown me what I am to him. I feel my eyes burning, my entire body shaking. I don't believe what's happening right now. It better be a nightmare. But there's more to come. I push my hands to work further and open the medical reports of Irene. Now, I can tell what's the most pathetic feeling on this earth for a woman. The section of father's name is filled in Christian Scott. I don't know how I should feel to find out that my husband once got my sister pregnant! It can be a past. But it angers me the most that the baby was aborted. Deliberately. A few days before the wedding!

His hands began to tremble uncontrollably. "Lisa… I was careless. I didn't even realize you were pregnant. If only I'd spent more time with you…" Suppressing the sob in his throat, he gripped my shoulders tightly, pouring all his resentment onto me. "Speak! Are you mute? My sister treated you so well—do you have any conscience at all?" I shook my head in despair. The pain wracking my body was nothing compared to the agony crushing my heart. "Chris… let this go…"

I got the golden opportunity, I chatted with Arav, pretending as my sister so that he would think that everything was clear between them, and then lied to my sister that I was pregnant with his child. In this way, I managed to marry him, I thought everything would be fine once I marry him, but no, that bitch was enjoying what I should have enjoyed with my husband. He was my husband, but having sex with my sister. They were thinking that I'm a fool, that I won't see what they were doing behind my back. It's just I didn't expose that I was seeing them fucking each other, I was helpless, I couldn't protest because if I would have said anything, there was a chance that my trick would have expose

And just a week after the funeral, I discovered I was a month pregnant. " What's my husband doing with my sister?" I cried, curled up by the bedside. It's one of the maids quarters in my father's mansion. Out of everywhere in the whole mansion, they dropped me on the cold floor of an abandoned room. I propped my knees, and cupped my chin. " What do I do? Who do I talk to? Why did this have to happen to me?" My mind was clear about him. He was my Sylvester, but the way he frowned when I called him sparks of some mischief. I don't know, but it feels like my husband faked his own death.

, he said. "One of them is my sister", I said shaking my head. "And I used to feel sad that I was an only child", he said. I gave him a sad smile. It was truly sad. My situation why did my husband had to be the one my sister is in love with too. It is too much fucked. I'm living a soap opera for life. I hoped that things would eventually get better but I don't think so.