The Sister’s Baby, My Broken Marriage

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My husband and I were hosting a welcome-home party for my sister, who had just returned to the country.

When asked about her biggest regret, she swirled her empty wine glass and looked at my husband with misty eyes.

"I guess my biggest regret was not being brave enough to carry Alistair's baby to term," she sighed.

The room erupted into hushed whispers and shocked gasps.

I clutched the pregnancy test result in my pocket, my knuckles turning white as my lower abdomen tightened with stress