Truth or Dare: My Husband Impregnated My Sister

Elsa shook her head repeatedly and defended, "This is just a mosquito bite. Don't overthink it, Rennie!"

Suddenly, she turned and glared fiercely at Austin. "Why did you have to reveal that? Didn't we already come to an agreement?"

"That's enough!"

I shoved Elsa's hands away.

"How shameless, all of you! Quit that act now, both of you."

With a swing of my hand, I landed a loud smack on her cheek. All of a sudden, Austin shoved me aside to steady Elsa as she stumbled from the smack.

"What is wrong with you, Serene? Yes, we wronged you all these years, but was it necessary to hit your sister? For three years, she has done nothing but accommodate you. Hasn't she done enough?

"Whenever we go out, she caters to your every want. She eats whatever you feel like eating and goes wherever you want to go. She has even sat on roller coasters with you even when it took a toll on her heart!

"Since our child was born, she has spent more time with you than with our child. She lived in fear that you would find out the truth and abandon her. Even today, our child thinks her nanny is her mother!

"How could you be so unforgiving toward her when she loves you this much? You've really gone too far!"

Austin's every accusation echoed loudly in my mind.

Those dishes I ordered according to their preferences and the vacations I planned in order to make their wishes come true… At the end of it all, I was the one at fault.

Upon gathering herself, Elsa gave Austin a shove out of nowhere. "Don't tell Rennie off like that…" she protested in a shaky voice.

"She wasn't the one who wronged us. We wronged her—"

Before she could finish her sentence, her eyes closed, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Elsa!"

Austin scooped her up with one swift move and dashed out the door without even turning back.

Chaos ensued in the private room. Some started making calls, and some packed their things up, while some yelled out for others to call 911.

Meanwhile, I stayed rooted to the spot. I couldn't hear what anyone was saying. Everyone's voices were reduced to nothing but a constant buzz in my ear.

Soon enough, everyone left, and I was left alone in the room. I sat down on the couch and pulled out a medical report from my purse. It showed that I was four weeks pregnant.

I was reminded of the rivers I cried in that corridor at the hospital when I got my hands on this report. It was all because I noticed the look in Austin's eyes three years ago when he looked at other children. His gaze was so soft, and he even mumbled to himself, "What an adorable kid."

He'd even talk about his plans for his children in the future.

That was when I knew he had a desire to have children. However, the doctor diagnosed me with an underdeveloped uterus, which made the chances of conceiving naturally extremely slim.

Over the last few years, I had been to every hospital in the city and consumed so much medicine that I lost my sense of taste.

Every month, I'd keep track of my ovulation dates, check my body temperature, have my blood drawn for hormone tests, and have ultrasound scans to examine my follicles.

Austin had no idea all these were happening. I wanted to give him a surprise when I actually conceived successfully.

Finally, I made it happen. My initial plan was to announce the good news today, right here, right in front of everyone.

But there was no need for that anymore. Austin had become a father a long time ago.

I closed my eyes, breaking down completely in tears. After I finally exhausted myself from all the crying, I ripped the medical report to shreds and rang up an attorney I was closely acquainted with.

"I want to file for a divorce."