When My Sister Stole My Unborn Baby

On my wedding day, Nicholas, my fiancé, was found with my sister, Kailani, in the lounge, and I became the butt of everyone's jokes. That was when Gianni, my childhood friend, stepped up before everyone's eyes and proposed to me, loudly promising to protect me.

After we were married, he treated me with great care and respect. Unfortunately, he seemed unable to consummate our marriage. It wasn't until this year, after undergoing IVF, that I finally became pregnant. Since then, he pampered me even more.

I thought he was my real destination, until the day I overheard a conversation between him and his friend, Travis.

"Gianni, that's too much. Maxine's been nothing but good to you. How could you swap the embryos so Maxine would carry Kailani’s child because she didn’t want to go through childbirth?"

"With the baby due in two months, what’s your plan?"

He paused for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"Once the baby is born, I’ll give it to Kailani, fulfilling her wish."

"As for Maxine, I'll just tell her the baby didn’t survive."

"I'll spend the rest of my life with her, making it up to her."

So that's how it was.

The tenderness and care I thought were meant for me were all meant for her. I turned around and scheduled a procedure.

I wouldn’t keep this tainted child, and I wanted out of this sham of a marriage.

"Are you worried Maxine will discover what you’re doing?"

Gianni was quiet for a moment before speaking.

"She won't find out."

"You're that sure?"

"She trusts me," he said with confidence. "As long as I say it, she won’t question it."

After a pause, Travis spoke again, his voice lower. "Just don't regret it."

He laughed off the concern, dismissing it casually, "I won't."

Standing outside the door, my fingers dug into my palms so tightly, the pain barely registered. I was there to bring him some clothes, worried he wasn't dressing warmly enough with the cold weather. But right then, it felt as if a knife had plunged into my chest, a bitter cold slicing through me.

I staggered back home, barely having the strength to turn on the lights, collapsing onto the sofa, shivering uncontrollably from the chill.

My stomach lurched, my head spun, tears silently flowed from the corners of my eyes, too drained to brush them away.

The sound of the door unlocking echoed, marking his return. The tap of his leather shoes grew closer until he stood beside the sofa, bending over, his voice tender and filled with concern.

"Why are you sitting in the dark? The housekeeper said you hadn't eaten, that your stomach was acting up again."

He reached out, gently moving hair from my forehead, his brow furrowed with worry. "Maxine, what’s the matter?"

He knelt down, placing his hand over mine, his voice soft and comforting. "You shouldn't skip meals; it's not good for the baby."

I looked at him, at the facade of gentle care he presented. Turns out a person's affection could be mere performance.

Four years ago, on what should have been my wedding day, my fiancé was caught cheating with my sister. My parents pressured me to let go of my fiancé, insisting family must protect one another, and that outsiders shouldn’t witness our discord. They announced Kailani as the bride in front of everyone.

Back then, Gianni stepped up, dramatically proposing to me. At that moment, I thought he was the one pulling me from the abyss.

After we wed, I stayed by his side, quietly supporting him.

Using my sharp instincts in the stock market, I helped him invest and strategize. In just a few years, his company transformed from an unknown small business to a rising star in the financial world.

This year, when we did IVF and finally got pregnant, everything seemed perfect. He held me close, saying this child was a long-awaited blessing, his smile and gentle gaze almost pulling me in.

But this, too, was just another lie.

If he can pretend, why shouldn’t I?

I blinked softly, my lips curling into a faint smile.

"Nothing, just feeling a bit worn out."

My voice was gentle, touched with fatigue, revealing nothing unusual.

He sighed with relief, gently urging me, "Rest early, dear."

Alright, I'll keep up the act for three more days.

In three days, this farce will end.