Forbidden husband

Eight months pregnant, the child I am expecting is a forbidden bond, a promise of love and betrayal. The father is my sister's husband, April. How do we get to this point? My decision to move away from my family and give birth in a remote corner of the city became an act of desperation. What should be the pinnacle of happiness has become a hell of mixed emotions. My name is Ana Paula Rincón, and this is my story… Our family, of impeccable principles and unquestionable wealth, adopted April when she was just a baby. Her origin is a mystery veiled by the shadow of the servant who brought her into the world. Years later, I was born, the sister who does not share blood ties with her. Our complicity, however, is unbreakable. Despite our physical differences, I, with white skin and eyes blue like the sea; she, with dark skin and honey-colored eyes—we love each other like true sisters. A year ago, Abril left for the United States and surprised everyone by marrying a middle-class man. My

After giving in to the desire and attraction we both shared, our bodies melted into an intense union.After having let ourselves be carried away by our instincts, we were exhausted, and without realizing it we fell asleep until the next day. The words shared intimately revealed a deep connection. But before I could answer the question he had asked me about whether I had anyone else in my life, my cell phone rang, interrupting the moment. It was an urgent call from one of my friends who was worried because I hadn't gotten to the room to sleep.- Hello!—Ana Paula, where are you? Your mother has called a bunch of times and says she can't reach you. Also, remember that we must leave in a couple of hours for Mexico City.-Oh yeah? Don't worry, everything is wonderful. I'll contact her, and don't worry, I'm on my way to the room. —I hung up the call and turned to Luis:— I'm sorry, but I have to go. My friends are waiting for me to return to Mexico City, and my mother is attacked because s

The vibrant atmosphere of the birthday party lasted until dawn. I found myself trapped, attending to the guests, among them Nelson's parents, my future in-laws, whose eyes shone with happiness knowing that we already had a date for the wedding.What had started as a birthday celebration turned into my worst nightmare. The wedding commitment overshadowed what should have been the most special day. However, the real storm broke when my eyes met those of an attractive man, only to discover that he was my sister's husband. Forbidden love blossomed in my heart, a thorn that stabbed deeply, leaving a very painful wound.I was looking forward to the end of the party, wanting to lock myself in my room for the next 50 years.(…)The next day…Daylight filtered through the curtains, and I was still trapped in my room. I didn't want to face the outside world, but April, like old times, came looking for me. We were a happy family then, before all this happened. At that moment, I just wanted to be

That day, upon returning home, I felt helpless and affected after the conversation with Luis José. I had confirmed the delicate state of health of my sister April, and although she loved him deeply, she could not ignore that he was her husband. The situation forced me to stay silent and stay away from him forever.—Ana Paula, you finally arrive. Dad and mom asked about you. They invited us to lunch at the club, but you didn't answer your cell phone. — I'm sorry, April, but I don't feel well. I retire to my room.- Wait! Look how your foot is swollen and bleeding.The pain from the wound was indescribable. I had forgotten to take care of the wound due to my worries.— You must heal that wound, Ana Paula. I should tell Luis José to examine you.- No! It's not necessary, I can do it.- Why not? Luis José is an excellent doctor. Although it has not yet been specialized, you are in good hands.- I do not want to bother. I can take care of myself.Seeing Luis José with my sister reminded me

Returning home, silence weighed on the car. My mother, behind the wheel, seemed to be waiting for an answer that I couldn't articulate. What should have been a reason for joy had become my worst nightmare: the child I was carrying in my womb was the result of a sin, committed without knowing what I was doing.— But daughter, since we left the doctor's office, you haven't said a single word. Aren't you happy that you're going to be a mother? —My mother broke the silence with concern."I... the truth is that I... I didn't expect this," I stammered, fighting back tears.— Well, daughter, it's the most logical thing that could happen if you and Nelson didn't take care of each other. Now the important thing is that we talk to Nelson to advance the wedding to this weekend; We can't let any more time pass.- That? Tell Nelson? Getting married this weekend? But did you go crazy, mom? —I exclaimed, feeling like his pressure was completely crushing me.My mother stopped the car suddenly and loo