It took me three years of marriage to learn that my husband loved the younger sister who had been switched at birth and later brought back. “You're just a replacement,” he said coldly, handing me the divorce papers. I signed them, then turned around and agreed to a marriage arranged for business reasons.
On the wedding day, my ex-husband burst in with red eyes. “What gives you the right to marry someone else?”
My new husband put an arm around me and smiled. “The fact that she's my wife now.” But no one knew that my sister had come to me in private to say, “Sis, I'm pregnant. The baby is his.” And no one knew about the diagnosis hidden deep in my drawer, which read: late-stage cervical cancer.
The entanglement between the four of us began with a conspiracy that stole and switched our lives, and our ending was set from the start.
