It was only after three years of marriage that I found out that my husband loved my sister who had been adopted by the wrong person and then replaced. "You are just a substitute." He handed over the divorce agreement coldly. I signed and turned around to accept the blind date of the business marriage.
On the day of the wedding, her ex-husband burst in with red eyes: "Why did you get married?"
And my newlywed husband put his arms around me and smiled: "She is my wife now." But no one knew that my sister came to me privately: "Sister, I am pregnant, and the child is his." No one even knew that the diagnosis certificate I hid deep in the drawer said: terminal cervical cancer.
The entanglement between the four of us started from a conspiracy to change our lives, and it was destined to end.
