My Husband Got My Sister Pregnant Novels & Stories

The way he always touched me, and made me feel desired. It's been six long and awful months. Since he married my sister. Oh my God. I gasped. My dead sister. I was fucking around with my late sister's husband. And just like a splash of cold water, reality slammed me in the face and I froze. What on earth am I doing? Oh goddess, what am I doing? I frantically shoved Kael away from me with all the strength I could muster, and bent to pick up my shirt. “What?” Kael murmured, blinking rapidly and looking confused.

Davis cried in his sleep, she paused and cooed him back to sleep. ".. we were just one happy family, until Bernard's girlfriend came back and I was heartbroken to find out she's my stepsister" My eyes grew wide, isn't this just like my story?! My sister's husband is actually my lover!! History!! "She was pregnant with his child when she left, I didn't know what to do.. I was so confused, I didn't wanna fight with my sister over a man that doesn't love me in the first place...." Wow! But I fought, I can't let someone else take what's mine..even if she's my sister, what's mine should remain MINE!

I'm so confused that I don't have a clue what is going on. "You know that we have never been close to your mother's family. The reason is that I had an affair with your mother's older sister. It wasn't something planned, and it didn't last long. But there was lasting proof of it, you. Your mom was willing to forgive me and move forward as long as we stayed away from her family and you were to become her child. Her sister was in no position to raise you, so she agreed. " I look over at the woman I called mother and see the scowl still on her face. I can't imagine what she had to go through knowing that her husband slept with her sister and got her pregnant. Then she had to raise that child.

“I just know we slept together when I should’ve been ovulating, and if that’s true—” “Then there’s a possibility,” he finishes slowly, “that you’re pregnant… with my child.” The words hang between us, heavy and unreal. “There is,” I say softly, my gaze dropping as his hand falls from my chin. “I’m sorry.” “Sorry?” he repeats, his brows furrowing. “I’m married. My husband just tried to kidnap me and get me pregnant. My half-sister has tried to kill me more than once. I overdosed on drugs I never intended to take.” My voice cracks as I cover my eyes. “I’m a mess.”

What's happening to me? I sit down. I breathe. I try to put this chaos in order. It's my sister. My little sister. The one I've protected all my life. The one who is carrying my husband's children. The children I can't have. Aurélie And him. He's my husband. The man I love. The man I chose. The man who is becoming a father with another woman. Not just any other woman. With her.

"Sometimes I wake up and for a split second, I forget I'm free. I expect to feel his weight in the bed next to me, or hear him yelling from the other room." "That's trauma. It takes time to heal." "How do you know so much about this?" Thomas was quiet for a long moment, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "My sister." The simple statement hung between us. "Her husband put her in the hospital twice before she finally left him. I spent three years watching the strongest person I know disappear piece by piece." His jaw tightened. "I tried to convince her to leave earlier, but she wasn't ready. When she finally was, I helped her pack while he was at work and drove her to a women's shelter two sta

The doctor could see the obvious pain in her eyes and he felt even more pity for this young Luna. "Luna, might I suggest something? I think you need to bring your husband for a check-up," the doctor suggested gently. "We should test him Just to rule out any potential issues on his end because I’ve said before, we can’t medically find anything wrong with you… but we don’t know about him yet."

Without waiting for a response, I stepped out and quietly shut the door behind me. Leaning against the door, I gently placed a hand on my abdomen. "I'm sorry, baby. It looks like you might not have a dad, after all." The woman I just saw was Mallory Stevens—my half-sister. Ashton and I had been married for five years. But before our marriage, he had been Mallory's long-time boyfriend. Our wedding was not born out of love; it was completely a coincidence. The Wallace and Stevens families were business powerhouses in Regensburg, and many had their eyes on our assets. Hence, Ashton and Mallory's romance was a sensational topic in the industry.

"Oh, Noah, you really are clueless, aren't you? Did you think she was carrying your baby?" My words hung in the air, heavy with anger and malice. There was a long pause, the silence on the other end of the line deafening. "What do you mean?" he finally asked, his voice strained. I could hear the uncertainty creeping in, the doubt that I had hoped to plant taking root. "She's carrying an old man's baby," I said, savoring each word as I dropped the bombshell. "Did you really think she was faithful to you? My sister, your lover, is nothing but a liar."