Isabella Marcus Bianca NovelHe Chose My Stepsister, So I Chose His Brother

Isabellas POV
The day I buried my father, my husband didnt show up for the funeral.
My phone buzzed. It was a message from Bianca my stepsister, who also hadnt come.
I opened it. The screen showed a photo of Marcus, my husband, kissing her stomach tenderly. It was tagged: Guess whos finally going to be a father.
My hands shook. No. It couldnt be real.
My vision blurred with tears as I stared hard at the picture, praying with everything in me that it was fake, that it was some sort of sick joke.
But it wasn't. The next picture she sent was enough to shatter my world.
It was a picture of Bianca taking a mirror selfie in the master's bedroom I shared with Marcus. She was wearing my robe, while Marcus was asleep in the background on the master's bed.
I couldnt breathe. So it was true.
My husband had impregnated my stepsister.
Tears ran down my face as I sobbed. My chest hurt from the pain of the betrayal. My husband. My stepsister.
My knees gave out, and I collapsed in front of my fathers grave.
The dirt was still fresh. My tears soaked into it as I broke down completely.
It felt like my heart was being torn from my chest as I sobbed hard.
I should have known, I had seen how close they had been getting, the secret glances and conversations, but I had refused to believe that I could ever be betrayed by the two people I trusted the most.
I felt so betrayed and humiliated.
Then my phone buzzed again. It was Marcus this time
-I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the funeral. A very important issue came up. We need to talk.-
I stared at the screen, the tears flowing freely now. I already knew what he wanted.
That night, Marcus arrived with Bianca and her bags.
Bianca needs a place to stay, he said softly, as if gentleness could erase what he had done. With her pregnancy, its not safe for her to be alone.
Bianca smiled a saccharine, mocking smile. Im sorry, Isabella. I begged Marcus to wait but the babys health comes first. I hope you understand, Im sorry for intruding on the day of our fathers funeral
I didn't say anything, I just stared blankly at the floor as I listened to the both of them.
Marcus pressed on, Bianca is your sister, Isabella, your own flesh and blood. You wouldnt want anything to happen to her, would you?
I ignored him, fighting back my tears. I wanted to scream, to throw something, to make him hurt the way I was hurting. But I just stared at the floor, numb and broken.
He sighed. Look, Im sorry for what happened between us. But I love you. Only you.
His words cut deeper than any knife.
What happened with Bianca was a mistake. It wont happen again.
I stared. Shes pregnant. And you say this is a mistake?
He nodded. Yes. And the best part is that we made an agreement. When she gives birth, the baby will be yours. Since you cant have children, Bella.
Those words stabbed me: You cant have children.
You always wanted a baby, he said, trying to soften it. This is the universe fixing things for us.
I glared at him with disbelief as fury burned with me. Are you serious? You slept with my step sister and you expect me to just accept this?
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Dont be dramatic. I know it was wrong. But now, we can finally have a child. I can be a father.
Bianca began to fake sob, Oh no, Marcus. Look at what Ive done. Im causing trouble between you two.
Oh, stop your act! I snapped.
She flinched, sobbing harder. I should go.
Marcus turned to me, his eyes flashed with anger. Look at what youre causing. I dont want Bianca stressed during her pregnancy. Why do you have to be so bitter? No wonder youre barren!
His cruel words hit me hard. I could barely breathe.
He caught the hurt on my face and tried to soften it, I didnt mean it like that. I just dont want the baby to be harmed.
I rose slowly, my voice shook, but it was firm. Marcus, I want a divorce.
His face turned pale. What?
Bianca smirked behind him, but I didnt care.
I said, I want a divorce.
Isabella, no. Were family, Bianca said, voice dripping with fake sympathy.
Marcus stared at me, disbelief clear. You dont mean it.
I do.
He scoffed. Because of this? Because I made a mistake?
A mistake? I laughed bitterly. You call cheating on me with my step sister a mistake?
He stepped closer, cold now. You always overreact. Thats why I stopped talking to you. Everything turns into drama.
I clenched my fists, rage burning. You got her pregnant, moved her into our house on the day my father died, and Im overreacting?
Marcus scoffed at me. Youre lucky anyone would want you, considering youre barren.
Bianca sobbed fake tears. Please, Marcus. Dont fight because of me.
Then leave, I snapped at her.
Marcus growled, pointing at me. Watch your mouth. Shes pregnant. You have no right to stress her.
She has no right to be here, I said coldly.
His eyes narrowed, venom sharp. I see why you cant have a child. Your hearts dark and evil.
My heart shattered, but I refused to break.
Im done with you, Marcus. Goodbye.
Oh, please, he sneered. You think you can walk away? You have nothing. No money, no children, no one.