On my wedding day, my husband and my adopted stepsister proudly held their newborn twins and announced it to me.

A sharp, ugly sound.

“For my marriage?”

Lena finally whispered the truth.

“I was supposed to replace you.”

And there it was.

Not love.

Not passion.

A transaction involving babies.

Derek looked physically sick now. “You told me they were mine.”

Lena snapped back immediately, “You told me Maya would surrender everything once she was humiliated enough!”

The ballroom exploded into chaos.

Part 3
Then the babies started crying.

That sound saved me from rage.

I stepped away from Derek and Lena while the nurse waiting near the side entrance approached carrying warm bottles. She gently lifted the twins from their arms.