My Husband Cheated on Me with a Blind Therapist, So I Married His Brother

I had just picked up my pregnancy test results and was reaching for the exam room door when I heard voices from inside.The doctor's voice was low but clear."You told her you were infertile,so how is she pregnant?Didn’t she ask questions?"

Lennon’s voice followed,cold and flat."I told her it was thanks to the blind therapist she hired.What,you think that baby’s mine?"

"She’s clueless.I set her up with some filthy homeless guy and filmed the whole thing.She never suspected a thing."

The doctor hesitated.Her voice wavered with disbelief."But your wife still loves you...even knowing you couldn’t give her a child.Why did you do this to her?"

"If that video ever goes public,she’ll be humiliated.The entire city would laugh her out of existence.It would ruin her."

Lennon let out a quiet,humorless laugh."Let her be ruined,then.I never loved her anyway.The marriage was just to keep the Shepherd Family from falling apart."

"Now I’m done.I want out.Whether she ends up divorced or dead—it doesn’t matter to me."

The pregnancy test report crumpled in my fist.I stood rooted in place,the pounding of my heart louder than any scream.

So this was it.Everything I believed—our marriage,our future,our love—was a calculated lie.And worse...he let another man touch me.

The door swung open.Lennon stood there,momentarily stunned.A flicker of panic crossed his face.

"Edith?What are you doing here?"he asked quickly."Come in."

I looked down,forced a gentle smile and took the prenatal vitamins from his outstretched hand.

"Let’s go home,"I said softly.

Back at the villa,Winona was already waiting by the door—dark sunglasses on,white cane in hand.

As I leaned into the car to grab my purse,I caught a glimpse of Lennon’s hand sliding up her skirt,his fingers brazenly toying with the lace.

Winona let out a giggle and swatted him playfully,no protest in sight.

I stood silently behind them,watching.

This man I had once adored—this man I thought I knew—was a stranger now.

He turned and saw me.There was a beat of hesitation in his expression before he masked it.Winona smoothed her skirt as Lennon gave me a charming,unaffected smile.

"No need to be jealous,Edith,"he said with mock sincerity."Winona is blind.She was just helping me relax with a massage."

"You should thank her—she probably played a big role in your pregnancy now."

His voice was so casual,so infuriatingly calm.But the words I had heard at the hospital were still pounding in my ears like thunder.

My hands curled into fists.I opened my mouth,but my throat tightened and no words came out.

Then—

"Ugh!"

Winona doubled over,clutching her stomach.She gagged violently.I instinctively reached out to steady her—then stopped myself just short.

She caught her breath and looked up at me weakly.

"I’m sorry,Meredith,"she murmured."I’m pregnant too.Just feeling a little off today."

Lennon rushed to her side,gently supporting her as he patted her back with tender care.

"You’re pregnant too?"he asked gently."Come on,let me take you upstairs.I’ll get you some water to help you feel better."

Winona nodded weakly,looking pale and fragile.

As they ascended the stairs,she turned her head and gave me a smug,knowing smile—a smirk sharpened by triumph.

The door closed behind them.

A few moments passed—and then I heard it.The sound of water running.Labored breathing.Groans muffled behind the closed door.

I stood there,paralyzed,unable to move or breathe,like something was wrapped tightly around my throat.

Half a minute passed.

Then the door flew open.Winona stepped out,cheeks flushed,lips curved in a satisfied smile.

She walked past me slowly,wearing a satisfied smirk—like a victor flaunting her prize.But just as she passed the top step,a sharp scream cut through the air.

Startled,I spun around in shock.

Winona—who had been perfectly fine seconds ago—was now tumbling down the stairs,crashing step by step.Her screams echoed through the house,sharp and piercing.

She hit the floor with a sickening thud.Her face and hair were streaked with blood and the sunglasses she wore had shattered on the marble tiles,shards sparkling like broken crystal.

I stood there in shock—completely frozen.