Seven Months Pregnant—My Stepsister Called My Baby a Bastard Chapter 04

Seven Months Pregnant—My Stepsister Called My Baby a Bastard Chapter 04

After sending it, I left the family group chat

Private messages chimed one after another

I tossed my phone aside without reading them

The next morning, beyond a screen full of unread notifications, I found a new message request.

It contained one sentence.

[I’m Talia’s ex–boyfriend. There are things everyone has hidden from you.]

My heart dropped.

With trembling fingers, I accepted the request before I could reconsider.

I spent the entire day reading the screenshots he sent.

When I finally looked up, night had fallen outside.

Only then did I notice my hunger.

I dragged my heavy body into the kitchen just as the electronic lock beeped.

Graham entered first, supporting a sobbing Talia.

Martin followed and dropped the luggage heavily before glaring at me.

Denise threw her purse onto the couch.

“Maren, I haven’t even dealt with what you did, and now you’re attacking us in the family chat?”

“You’re the older one. Why can’t you tolerate Talia?

“She stayed here for a few days, and you slapped her. Who do you think you are?”

Denise’s accusations and Talia’s wounded crying blurred together in my ears.

I bit my lip until it hurt and silently rinsed rice for dinner.

My mind remained trapped inside the screenshots.

[Talia: My roommate wants to date you. Should I give her your private account?]

[Graham: Whatever you want.]

[Talia Then I’ll answer her for you. Watching her make a fool of herself is hilarious.]

(Graham: You know how I feel about you… Forget it Do whatever makes you happy.]

From the beginning, Talia had been the person messaging me.

For eight years, I had strutted through their joke like a fool.

Acid surged into my throat.

I bent over the sink and vomited until my body shook.

Denise kept berating me from behind.

“Are you deaf? Why won’t you answer me?”

“Is this how your mother raised you?”

Graham stepped forward to rub my back and offered me a glass of water.

I knocked it from his hand.

“Get away from me! Don’t touch me!”

Martin pointed at my face.

“What is wrong with you? You have absolutely no decency!”

“And your children do?”

Each word from them drove another blade into my chest.

It was not enough to tear open a newly sealed wound. They needed to watch it bleed.

Then we could all burn together.

In a ragged voice, I spoke one word at a time.

“Did you know your precious daughter was once pregnant with Graham’s child?”