Chapter 4My Twin Sister Can't Have Children, So She Schemed to Frame Me as a Surrogate. Now They're Calling Me a Homewrecker?

We arrived home quickly. I went straight to take a shower. When I came out, I saw Lucas sitting on the living room couch, already cleaned up.

He doesn't usually come back here. I've been the only one sleeping here. I was surprised he stayed today.

I glanced at him but had no desire to talk. I was heading to the bedroom when he followed me in. I was about to ask what he was doing when he pushed me onto the bed.

"Lucas Parker, have you lost your mind?" I snapped.

"Olivia Reed, you're a married woman. What's going on between you and that bartender?" Lucas accused me first. I felt like I understood him less and less. He was all touchy-feely with Emily, and now he was trying to make it look like I was the one having an affair?

I struggled hard, but Lucas wouldn't let me go. He kept pressing against me, slamming into me over and over. This was the second time I'd been with Lucas, while I was fully conscious but completely unwilling.

The strange thing was, Lucas was also fully conscious this time. I wonder what Emily would think if she knew.

Afterwards, Lucas actually held me and cleaned me up a bit. I thought he must be possessed or something. How else could he suddenly be so gentle with me? Shouldn't he hate me to death?

After that night, Lucas started coming back to our house frequently. He didn't treat me like before anymore. I don't know what happened between him and Emily, but he stopped mentioning her to me.

After being neglected for so many years, Lucas's sudden kindness made me start to fall for him again. I even began to feel something called hope.

I never went back to that bar after that day.

Lucas came home every day after work. We ate together, slept together, watched movies, kissed, made love - it was passionate and intense, like we couldn't get enough of each other. I was completely addicted.

If only I hadn't gotten pregnant. If only I hadn't overheard Lucas talking to his parents later. Then I wouldn't have felt so desperate.

I got pregnant a year and a half after marrying Lucas. When I got the test results, I cried. Lucas stood next to me, a flash of complexity in his eyes.

I didn't pay attention to it. I thought that with this baby, we would surely have our own little family in the future.

Lucas's parents' attitude towards me gradually improved too. But I could tell that every time, they were more concerned about my belly than me.

Pregnancy made me very sleepy. Eventually, his parents simply moved into our little home.

At the time, I was still daydreaming about how wonderful our big family life would be in the future. Looking back now, I was truly foolish.

When I was about five months pregnant, Lucas treasured me dearly. That should have been my happiest time. If I hadn't discovered the truth, I really would have believed that love could grow over time.

One stuffy night, I carefully got out of bed and slowly went downstairs for some water. I was feeling lazy, so I didn't turn on the lights. Standing at the corner of the staircase, I saw several people sitting in the living room, planning something.

It was just like that time before I married Lucas. My parents, Lucas's parents, Lucas, and Emily were all huddled together, whispering about something that sent chills down my spine.

It turned out Emily couldn't have children anymore. For all this time, the reason she hadn't come to bother me was that she had made a deal with Lucas and the others. They wanted me to get pregnant and have the baby, then divorce me. That way, they could all be one big happy family again.

Because Emily couldn't have children, she didn't mind Lucas being with me for a while. But she had one condition - the child I gave birth to would be raised by her. She wanted both the baby and Lucas.

Shockingly, Lucas had agreed to this absurd proposal. How foolish of me to think Lucas had had a change of heart. I thought he had finally realized I wasn't as bad as Emily made me out to be, and that Emily wasn't as pure and innocent as she seemed.

They must want me dead, right? That was my first reaction. Then I collapsed to the floor, making a loud noise. Everyone turned to look at me, their expressions varied. My mom seemed like she wanted to scold me, but I couldn't hear anything clearly. My consciousness was fading, and I felt a sticky liquid flowing between my legs.

In a daze, I think I saw Lucas rush towards me, his face anxious as he picked me up and carried me out.

This child must be so important to him, I thought as I lost consciousness.