Pregnant with my sister's husband

I am eight months pregnant, this child I am expecting is from my sister's husband, for that reason I have decided to have my son away from my family, I am in a very remote place from the city, which should be the happiest moment of my life, has become a true hell, it is for that reason that I want my son to be born free of so much hatred and with the love that only I can give him.

My name is Ana Paula Rincón, and this is my story....

I am a lawyer, I come from a rich family, with good principles and impeccable morals, I only have one sister who is older by only two years difference, her name is Abril, although in reality she is not my blood sister, since my Her parents decided to adopt her when they believed they could not have children.

According to my mother, Abril, she was the daughter of the house maid, apparently she got pregnant and the father did not take responsibility and it was not known who she was, but since he did not have the resources to support her, he decided to give her to my parents when I was barely a newborn.

Then she left home and was never heard from again, but to the surprise of my parents who still did not have children of their own, two years later I was born, and since then April and I have been raised as true sisters, although Physically we don't look alike, she has dark skin, she has honey-colored eyes, while I have white skin and eyes as blue as the sea.

There have never been differences between us even though she knows everything about her origin. We love each other very much and he is also my best confidant. But a year ago she went to live in the United States and unexpectedly married a middle-class man who was a great disappointment to my parents since they wanted a better candidate for her, who was from our same social level.

She had not communicated with the family for months, since she did not want them to continue reproaching her for her decision. However, she suddenly decided to return to Mexico, taking advantage of the fact that her husband had a medical conference in Cancun, it was the perfect occasion for her to share with my parents while her husband was doing his conference, and when he finished it he would go to Mexico to meet her and finally meet the family.

As fate would have it, I had decided to celebrate my birthday with my friends in Cancun, and then return to the party that my parents were preparing to celebrate my birthday and also the return of my sister. And of course finally meeting the man who had married her.

All in all, things were going at a good pace, until through a trick of fate I ended up accidentally meeting my brother-in-law, Dr. Luis José Simanca, the man who would completely change my destiny.

(...)

That weekend I went to Cancun with a group of friends to celebrate my birthday, everything was going wonderfully, until I decided to go for a walk alone on the beach, the afternoon had fallen, I have always liked to feel the sand on my feet, I was distracted, feeling the breeze and the smell of the sea, until I stepped on sharp glass and felt tremendous pain that made me scream.

-Oh! How painful! It hurts me a lot. —My screams caught the attention of a man who was sitting on a giant rock looking at the sea, he approached me as quickly as he could and when he saw me crying he asked me:

—What's wrong, miss? Got hurt?

—Yes, I think I stepped on glass, it hurts a lot. Oh!

—Sit here on this log and let me see your foot.

—But be careful, it hurts a lot.

—Don't worry, this is going to be quick. —When he said that, I felt a much sharper pain that made me cry.

—Ayyy! It hurts me. But what has he done that hurts me so much?

—I only removed the glass from the sole of my foot, that's why the pain was so bad. But I'm afraid you have to suture a few stitches or you won't stop bleeding, from what I see it was a small but deep wound.

—But what are you saying? Are you a doctor to know if the wound needs to be sutured? —I told him with tears in my eyes, because the pain was unbearable. To my surprise he answered me with a smile on his lips that made him look more attractive than he was.

—Hehe, well yes, I'm a doctor, nice to meet you, my name is Luis José Simanca.

When he told me he was a doctor, my eyes widened in shock, it was at that moment that I understood how easy it was for him to remove the glass from my foot.

—Are you really a doctor? Oh, sorry! I would never have imagined it, but then does that mean that I actually need some stitches?

—Well, that's right, but you still haven't told me your name.

- Yes it's correct! How distracted, my name is Ana Paula and I'm terrified of needles.

—Hahahahaha So your name is Ana Paula, you have a nice name. But we must heal that wound quickly or else it may become infected.

He took my foot and took a handkerchief out of his pocket, placed it on the wound, pressing hard to stop the blood, then he told me:

—There, with this you can last a little, you should come with me, I'm staying at the Cancún Suite hotel, it's just a few meters from here, I have my first aid bag in the room.

—What a coincidence, I also stay in the same hotel, but what I don't think is...

I didn't know how to tell him that I didn't want to go with a complete stranger to his room, no matter how much of a doctor he claimed to be, I didn't know him, but he immediately guessed my thoughts and told me:

—Don't worry, I'm not a serial killer, I'm going to show you my credentials, I'm in Cancun because I'm doing a conference with a group of doctors from different countries, you can ask at the hotel if you want. But I assure you that you should not wait to heal that wound, otherwise it may get worse.

—Well, it's okay, the truth is that I can't stand the pain and it doesn't stop bleeding despite the tourniquet you made.

—Very well, then lean on me and we will walk little by little.

I had no choice but to accept their help, it was that or stay in the middle of the beach with my foot bleeding.

He was a tall, blond man with a tanned complexion, he looked very attractive, the truth is that he looked like a soap opera heartthrob.

No matter how hard I tried to lean on it and walk on one foot, I couldn't stand the pain and the wound began to bleed even more. Which resulted in Luis José having to carry me in his arms the rest of the way.

(…)

We got to the room and he was still holding me in his arms. I really felt a little uncomfortable, even though I found that man too attractive, not to mention the perfume he was wearing.

He placed me on the bed, looked for his doctor's bag as quickly as he could, despite the pain he felt, I looked at him while mentally asking myself:

“How handsome this man is. Will he be married? But he doesn't have a ring on his finger."

(…)

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