My Husband Got My Sister Pregnant の小説・ストーリー

" The corners of his mouth lifted before he realized it. "When our son heard it was a girl, he begged me to keep her. "You have no idea how happy he was that day." His laughter sounded pleased. My chest went cold. I turned to look at our son. He showed no guilt at all. "I want a little sister. It doesn't matter who gives birth to her." Tears fell before I could stop them. I truly couldn't believe it. How had the husband and son who had once loved me like their lives depended on it become like this?

The mad that I had promised to stand by in sickness and in health. The man that had slept with my sister. My sister, who I didn’t want to see again, who was pregnant with my husband’s baby. Her sleeping with Nolan hurt. It hurt worse than knowing he had cheated on me. He could have had anyone, why did he have to sleep with Bethany? How could she do this to me? If someone had told me this morning that I would be at a bar drinking alone while my husband and my sister celebrated her pregnancy. I would have laughed at them like they were crazy and told them that neither of them would do that to me.

She said and we listened with rapt attention and extreme curiosity. "Ten years ago my sister got pregnant for a black American man who was her boyfriend whom she thought loved her and would get married to her when he hears the good news. But sadly, he was a pretender and had a family outside the country which he ran back to immediately my sister notified him of her pregnancy..." She sniffed and smiled sadly.

When Cara posted that picture to her friends on Facebook, I was still happily preparing dinner for Jason. The moment I saw her post, I froze. The cup in my hand fell on the floor, shattering into pieces. I couldn't believe my eyes. My husband had another child with another woman?! And that very woman was none other than my younger sister! Worse, they publicly and openly showed it to me. Shame, frustration, anger, disappointment… All these turbulent emotions surged inside of me like a vicious tidal wave.

"But you need to understand that I’m still mourning. Moving on too quickly would be disrespectful to my wife." Her expression darkened. "If you respect her so much, why did you get her sister pregnant?" I tilted my head, intrigued. "Smart question." She crossed her arms. "Well?" "I didn’t mean to betray my wife. And honestly, I don’t even think the child is mine." She scoffed. "That doesn’t change the fact that you slept with your late wife’s sister." I exhaled through my nose. "She took advantage of my drunken state. And now, she’s claiming whatever is inside her womb belongs to me."

"The pregnancy is very healthy” I stilled. Pregnancy? The Alpha whispered something into my sister's ears and she smiled sheepishly. No. No. No. It couldn't be what I was thinking. My husband and my sister together? No way. He wouldn't do that to me. Maybe I should have left, and ignore what was so clear in front of me. The betrayal but my legs were already moving towards them even when everything in me was screaming to go home. “Who is pregnant?" I screamed.

And me? I sank onto the sofa, resting a trembling hand on my stomach. A tiny life was growing inside me, too. For five years, I had endured countless fertility treatments, hundreds of painful hormone injections, all to give Caleb a child. After so many struggles, I was finally pregnant. I had planned to surprise him with the news as his birthday gift. But someone else had beaten me to it. Before I could fully process my thoughts, a new post from Yvonne appeared on my feed.

Not when she had determined to spill out the truth about her pregnancy and his being the father. She tried to muster up all her courage as she uttered to herself, "It's now or never." "I am pregnant." Elaine said, wishing even as she said the words that she could call them back when she saw a muscle in his jaw ticked. "And what has this to do with me? Am I meant to offer congratulations?" She should have asked for a divorce to go after some other man like this. He wouldn't have minded much. After all, she ought to leave at some point. But then of course. She was Evana's sister after all. She couldn't help cheating, couldn't help going behind his back.

“Please, Alisa. Don’t leave me. It was a mistake. I didn’t even know she was pregnant. We just did it once, okay?” His touch burned not with heat but with betrayal. I looked at his hand like it belonged to a stranger, almost laughing at his lie. “Really, once? Don’t you dare say that excuse to my face. Besides, you’re only sorry because you got caught,” I said quietly, then yanked my hand free. “And it’s too late, you impregnated my sister!” He stood there, helpless and hollow as I turned and walked away. The days that followed blurred into one long ache. I stayed in the guest room while Victor roamed the halls like a ghost. We barely spoke. He tried to apologize, but I was done listening. M

The room suddenly felt colder. “She does things like this whenever she feels ignored lately,” Damian continued. I could barely hear over the pounding in my ears. “Just wait until I get home.” Liliana hummed softly. “Alright.” The conversation continued but I stopped listening. I could not. I simply stared ahead while tears rolled silently down my cheeks. My husband thought I lied about almost dying. My husband thought I used an accident to steal his attention. The same man who once attended every prenatal appointment and bought baby clothes with me.