Pregnant by My StepbrotherChapter 1
The year I graduated college, I took the bold step of giving myself to my stepbrother.
On our wedding night, he held me down and demanded sex relentlessly until dawn.
When I woke up, he looked at me coldly and said, “I gave you what you wanted. Are you satisfied?”
Then he got dressed and left without another word.
A month later, I discovered I was pregnant and shared the news with him happily.
He didn’t reply.
Nine months later, the baby was born. He barely survived a dangerous amniotic fluid embolism. The first thing I did upon waking was tell him I’d given birth to a daughter for him.
Still, he said nothing.
When Emily was two years old, the doctor gave a critical illness warning on the day of her heart surgery.
Terrified, I called him over a hundred times.
He didn’t answer.
For the next three years, there was no sign of Charles Shaw, and everyone assumed he was dead.
I accepted it and took Emily to the overseas beach she’d always dreamed of visiting.
As we reached the edge of the sea, we caught sight of a grand wedding.
The bride was my best friend; the groom was my husband.
I woke up instantly, my heart pounding.