My Dead Sister Came Back Pregnant with My Husband’s BabyChapter 1
My foster sister was obsessed with Orville Herschel—my very man I married.
She poured her heart into letters—confessing her love a thousand times.
She stood outside his door night after night, almost a thousand of them.
The one night she wasn't there? She fainted from a fever.
But thank god, my husband never looked at her the same way. In fact, he couldn’t stand even the sight of her.
“Blaire, I’ll only ever love Presley in this lifetime. I can never love you—not a chance, not even in another universe!”
Those exact words from Orville made my sister go nuts.
She stabbed me in the belly—while I was pregnant. Not just stabbed—twisted the knife like she was trying to scoop my baby out of me.
“Hate me all you want, Orville! But at least now you’ll remember me forever!”
And then, she threw herself at the window.
When I woke up in the hospital, Orville told me two things—the baby didn’t make it… and Blaire was dead.
But three years later, a clip of a street interview on a French reality show about true love went viral.
It was Orville and Blaire, kissing under the Eiffel Tower!
She looked very much alive… and very much pregnant!
[True love is seeing the world together] was the headline.
My hands traced the scar on my belly as my tears streamed down my cheeks.
‘So she’s not dead? All this time, she’s just living in France with my own husband?!’
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That day, I cried like I lost my baby again. The scar on my belly ached dully with the rainy weather.
I kept asking myself, ‘How? How the hell did he forget the promise he made to me?’
Once upon a time, he swore, “Even when I die, I’ll never forgive Blaire. I’d even drag her to hell myself!”
I thought that was how much he hated her.
But now? Jokes on me ‘cause apparently, my own husband had been lying to my face for three damn years—for the woman he swore he’d never, ever love!
He actually hid the truth from me that long!
Maybe that was why he didn’t tell me where Blaire was buried. He just spat out, “Her ashes are scattered somewhere. I made sure a criminal like her wouldn’t even be treated like a person!”
I cried for three days straight, and I thought I’d emptied every last tear.
I only had one question left spinning in my head. ‘How does someone suddenly love the person they swore they’d never forgive?’
When Orville came back, he found me curled up silently by the window.