My Dead Sister Came Back Pregnant with My Husband’s Baby

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.

When he held me, I should’ve pushed him away. But instead, I let him… and smelled it—a feminine scent.

And for a stupid second, I wanted to believe.

‘Maybe that video’s fake. Maybe he had no choice. Maybe—God, maybe—there’s some kind of explanation.

‘Because he’s my Orville. We’ve known each other for 20 long years. We’re each other’s first love!

‘So how the hell could he fall in love with the psycho who murdered our baby?!’

I clutched his shirt and looked up at him through blurry eyes.

“Orville… Tell me… That video from France—it’s fake, right? Tell me they edited it or something.

“You said Blaire was dead. You told me you scattered her ashes. You can’t be in love with her. Right?”

He froze. His eyes scanned my face.

“You… saw it?

“Presley… It’s not what you think. I can’t—I can’t explain it like this. Just wait for Dad. He’ll tell you everything.”

My eyes widened. “What? Dad? You mean, he knew? He knew Blaire’s not dead? He knew you’re making a baby with my sister without telling me?!”

His jaw clenched. “Presley, don’t say it like that. It’s not what you think.”

He pulled me closer and pressed my hand to his chest as if his heart was still mine.

“Darling, listen. We did it for you.

“Your body got hurt so bad that you can’t conceive.

“And Blaire… She hit her head and lost her memory. Presley, she’s willing to have a baby—for us. She’s not asking for money, or marriage, or anything.

“She just wants… She just wants to stay with me.

“Come on, she’s your sister, after all. And now, she’s just this blank slate who only remembers loving me. I thought you’d understand.”

“Orville,” I said in disbelief, “you told me I was enough! You told me you didn’t even want kids! It’s only been three years, so how could you... how could you forget all that?”

I didn’t know tears could still drown me when I’ve cried myself dry.

Unfortunately, heartbreak always finds more.