"What if Ivy finds out the truth and breaks down? No one wants to raise someone else's child, especially after carrying it for ten months," my father said, sitting on the couch with a cigarette between his fingers, a trace of worry flickering in his eyes.
But my mother dismissed him with a light pat on the shoulder.
"That's Savannah's child. Letting her carry it was already doing her a favor. If her womb hadn't been useful, someone like her would never have taken Savannah's place and married Hunter."
Her words pierced straight into my heart like a needle.
Because Savannah, on paper, was my younger sister.
"So what if she finds out the truth? Since she got pregnant, Ivy's gained so much weight that her belly looks like a split watermelon. She's disgusting. Just looking at her makes me sick. Who else would want her but me?"
Hunter's eyes were disgusted, completely different from the gentle, attentive man he always pretended to be in front of me.
"Brother Hunter is the best. He knows I love kids but doesn't want to give birth myself, so he came up with this brilliant idea to have my sister do it for me," Savannah leaned sweetly against Hunter's shoulder.