Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child
The hunger pangs that had been gnawing at my stomach suddenly intensified, as if my body had finally caught up with the reality of the situation.
The growling was embarrassingly loud in the silence, echoing through like an opera solo of protest. My stomach seemed determined to announce my weakness to anyone within earshot, rumbling with all the dignity of a freight train. Of all the times for my digestive system to develop a sense of drama, it had to be now, when I was desperately trying to maintain some shred of composure in an impossible situation.
Oh, great. My body was betraying me, too.
“You must be hungry,” said a masculine voice from someone in the room.
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