After my husband's brother died, his widow Bonnie Ramos started to mistake my husband Harlan Trivett for his brother. The doctor said it was due to grief. To avoid worsening her condition, everyone played along with her. Harlan even slept in her room. He promised we would move out of Trivett's home once she recovered. Yet, in our three-year marriage, he spent more time with her than with me. And now, six months after her husband's death, Bonnie was three months pregnant! Staring at the report confirming my four-week pregnancy, I booked an abortion.
Chapter 1
After my husband's brother died, his widow Bonnie Ramos started to mistake my husband Harlan Trivett for his brother.
The doctor said it was due to grief.
To avoid worsening her condition, everyone played along with her.
Harlan even slept in her room.
He promised we would move out of the Trivett's home once she recovered.
Yet, in our three-year marriage, he spent more time with her than with me.
And now, six months after her husband's death, Bonnie was three months pregnant!
Staring at the report confirming my four-week pregnancy, I booked an abortion.
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I tapped on Bonnie's latest post.
The words "three months pregnant" in the photo almost made me drop my phone.
Our mutual friends flooded the comment section with congratulations.
Even my in-laws promised to give her three percent of the Trivett Group's shares once she gave birth.
I couldn't bring myself to scroll any further. Stroking my flat belly, I said, my voice trembling, "I'm sorry, baby..."
Before I c
