On our wedding day, my husband arrived with newborn twins and my stepsister—only for a shocking truth to surface that brought his entire world crashing down.

her voice unsteady. “She said the babies were for the marriage. For the family.”

I let out a sharp, humorless sound.

“For my marriage?”

Then Savannah finally said it out loud.

“I was meant to replace you.”

And there it was.

Not love.

Not passion.

Not romance.

A transaction. Involving babies.

Ethan looked physically ill.

“You told me they were mine.”

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