My Husband's Ex's Sister Got Pregnant, So I Remarried

Jaxxon got his late wife's twin sister pregnant.

Just one month into our marriage, he tossed a divorce agreement onto the table, his brows tightly furrowed.

"The child was conceived through IVF," he said flatly. "When Rhea died during childbirth, I carried the weight of her death for years—I still owe the Graham family an explanation. So I've decided to register my marriage with Bethany and give the child the rightful title of the Hamilton family heir."

"You have to understand, a marriage certificate is just a piece of paper. What matters is the bond between us."

I didn't argue, and quietly signed my name.

Relieved, his tone softened. "Once the baby is officially registered, we'll remarry."

I kept my head down. "No rush. The baby comes first."

He finally smiled and rushed off to call his lawyer to start the divorce process.

Through tear-blurred eyes, I quickly sent a message.

[I'm divorced. Interested in marrying me?]

The reply came instantly. [That sudden? No emotional buildup? Megan, be honest—have you just been lusting after my body this whole time?]

——

When Jaxxon returned, I was packing my things.

He looked relieved, even walked over to neatly fold the clothes I had messily stuffed into my suitcase. He added a few warm coats.

"Moving to the hillside villa is a good idea. Bethany doesn't know we're faking the divorce," he said calmly. "Right now, everything has to revolve around her. You know I can't let her end up like her sister."

As he spoke, he lifted my suitcase and headed for the door. "It's late. Let me drive you."

I glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was one in the morning, but he seemed all too eager to kick me out.

I stood still, and replied hoarsely, "No need to fake it anymore. Let's just make the divorce real."

He froze, then let out an irritated scoff. "Didn't we just agree? It's only been a few minutes and you're already backing out? Megan, are you really that hung up on a stupid piece of paper? Can't you see how good I've been to you?"

I lowered my head, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill.

"Yes. I care about that stupid piece of paper."

Because without it, what am I?

We dated all four years of college. But right after graduation, he suddenly announced he was going to marry Rhea.

When I confronted him, he looked helpless.

"I fought back too," he said. "My father broke three of my ribs. That's fine, but when he threatened to ruin your future... I couldn't let that happen."

Heartbroken, I left the country to further my studies.

A year later, he called me in tears.

"Megan... Rhea died during labor. The baby didn't make it either. Please… save me. I can't go on without you."

I gave up a prestigious offer to stay and teach overseas and rushed back to him. I stayed by his side for two years.

Three months ago, he proposed.

He told me a corner of his heart would always belong to Rhea and the baby. I didn't argue. That seemed understandable.

But now I understand.

That corner wasn't just for the dead—it also had room for the living.

For Bethany.

And me? I was expendable. A placeholder, and easy to discard.

Seeing me silent, Jaxxon sighed deeply and pulled me into his arms. "I promise we'll remarry soon—within a year at most, alright?"

"Megan, this is my bottom line. Stop making a scene."

I shoved him away. "Enough, Jaxxon! If you and Bethany were already trying for a child through IVF, why didn't you just marry her in the first place? Why lie to me?"

"We've only been married for a month, and now you want a divorce. You're letting me play the fool in your twisted game—does that make you feel powerful?"

I turned on my heel to leave.

"Megan!"

He blocked my way in an instant, veins bulging along his arm.