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My stepsister, who’d been paralyzed for six years, suddenly had a swollen belly. I picked up my phone to call the police, but my father grabbed my hand. “Seraphina, that’s your baby too!” My husband, Kalan Vance, stood silently beside my father, tacitly agreeing to this absurdity. I understood. My stepsister’s baby was my husband’s. Seeing my silence, Kalan tried to justify himself: “You didn’t want kids anyway. Briar is paralyzed, and she’s your sister. Her having a baby won’t shake your position as my wife.” In their eyes, I never said no to them. But they didn’t know that I had fulfilled my promise to my mother, and now, it was time for me to leave. Kalan’s hand was still resting on Briar’s swollen belly. The sight of it stung my eyes. “Don’t be mad at Kalan.” Briar lay in bed, an innocent smile on her face. “The doctor said I’m not well, Kalan was just worried about me and the baby, that’s why he kept it from you.” “We’re both doing this for your sake. You’ve been Kalan’s wife for so many years without getting pregnant, it’s… a bit embarrassing for you, isn’t it?” She even patted my hand affectionately. “Once the baby’s born, we’ll put him under your name, and he can call you Mom, okay?” My father cleared his throat, adopting the air of a patriarch. “Seraphina! Briar is carrying a Vance family child, the hope of our family!” “Your sister is unwell, yet she’s taking on this burden for you, for the Vance family. Instead of being grateful, who are you giving that sour face to?” Kalan finally took his hand off