Your Husband's Real Wife
“You’re having a baby… with the man who’s married to someone else?”
Celina winced. The shame curled in her gut like fire. “I didn’t know he was married when it started,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And—” she hesitated, swallowing the bitter taste of the truth— “the fact is, we’re married too.”
The silence that followed was louder than shouting.
Her sister blinked once, then stood slowly, walking to the far corner of the room like she needed distance to process it. Her back to Celina, she clenched her hands into tight fists at her sides.