Cursed Baby Bottle
Seeing my compliance, Jess's eyes gleamed with something dark and twisted.
At that moment, my husband walked over, casually draping an arm over her shoulder.
Right in front of me, they began to flirt, exchanging playful jabs as if I wasn't even there.
In my past life, I had noticed their closeness but dismissed it as sibling affection. After all, they were supposed to be blood relatives. What could possibly be inappropriate about their relationship?
How naive I had been.
They weren't siblings at all—they were lovers. And my son's life had been sacrificed so their child could thrive.
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