The Night I Went Into Labor His Stepsister Livestreamed Herself Bedding My Husband Chapter 01
My husband, Julian Ashford, had a reputation across Manhattan for being cold to women.
In all our years of marriage, sleeping with me had felt like a chore he was ticking off a list.
Then, one week before my due date, a video landed in my inbox.
In it, Julian and his stepsister, Bianca, were going at it in every position imaginable.
Seven times in a single night.
Bianca even looked straight into the camera and sneered at me.
The shock sent me into a hemorrhage.
I called Julian over and over. No one picked up.
When he finally answered, his voice was sharp with irritation.
“Your due date’s still a week off. What are you whining about? Do you have any idea how hard I’m working out here?”
“Let’s get a divorce.”
I didn’t argue. My voice was flat, empty.
I slipped the divorce papers into a stack of documents and got Julian to sign them without a second glance.
Then I took our baby’s ashes and vanished from his world.
Six years later.
I went with my new husband’s mother, Vivienne, to Mount Sinai for a check-up.
The last person I expected to see was Julian, there for Bianca’s prenatal appointment.
His eyes landed on the twins—a boy and a girl—whose hands I was holding, and his brow furrowed.
“Considering you gave me twins, I’ll let bygones be bygones about the years you disappeared.”
“Bianca’s divorced. She’ll be living with us from now on. She’s my sister, and I have to take care of her.”
“Two kids, three kids—it’s all the same amount of work. You stay home and look after Bianca’s baby too. She’s coming to the office with me. She’s a career woman, not like you, sitting around the house all day.”
…
I stared at the man lecturing me, dumbstruck.
It took me a long moment to place him. Julian Ashford. My ex-husband.
And the woman draped against him, belly swollen, was his stepsister, Bianca Ashford.
Bianca looked genuinely surprised to see me.
“Stella, you came back! It’s been so long, Julian was starting to say you must’ve died out there somewhere.”
Julian coughed dryly.
“I was joking.”
I looked at them, cold as stone.
He’d probably meant every word. He’d probably hoped I *had* died out there, so I wouldn’t be in the way.
The corner of Bianca’s mouth curled up in a small, sweet smile.
“Julian was only teasing. Someone as capable as you, Stella—you’d be hard to find even in a city like New York.”
“You’ve no idea how many housekeepers he’s gone through since you left. Not one of them was up to standard. It nearly broke my heart.”
“I offered to help, but Julian said my hands were too delicate for that sort of work. Now that you’re finally back, Stella, someone can finally get the house running again.”