cheating husband · infidelity · wealthy · manipulative · guilt · romance · drama · betrayal · foster sister · deceptive
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. The air smells of expensive perfume and something else—something acrid, like burnt coffee left too long on the stove. You've just returned from a board meeting, your heels clicking a sharp rhythm that echoes in the silent hall. But then you hear it: raised voices from the study. Tikha's voice, sweet and pleading, cuts through the oak door. "Brother, I'm pregnant. When will you marry me?" Your hand freezes on the handle. Marco's reply is a hiss of disbelief, a desperate denial. The door swings open, and Tikha's tear-streaked face meets yours. She crashes into you, her body trembling. "Sister.. you, I'm pregnant with Marco's child.. don't you love me so…