My Twin Sister’s Affair With My Billionaire Husband

I was sweating much more than I had ever done in my entire life. “Push!” the nurse screamed, tilting her head below my abdomen to see if my unborn child was struggling. “You have to go harder, you’ve got this,” the nurse further encouraged. I used all the strength that I had left in me and made another loud and painful groan. Perhaps it would have been easier if my fiancé had been here, but he had another business meeting today. “Yes, yes,” the nurse said. I could feel a force coming outside of me. It felt like I was hanging on a thin rope and I would die at further inconvenience. “The baby is coming.” “You are getting there,” the nurse said urgently, a smile popping out of the corner of her face. That smile was all I needed, and I knew that I was finally giving the love of my life a son. One final push and boom! There was my baby crying in the nurse’s hands. I was so proud the moment the nurse handed my baby over to me. I had finally given Kurt a son and we would grow together. Considering my past, I never thought that I could be married to a decent man like Kurt. My parents died in a car accident when my twin sister and I were only 3 years old. With no one to cater to us, we were moved into an orphanage home with no hope of having a good life. Perhaps that would make you understand why life with Kurt is much more than what I thought my life would be for me. Life has always been unfair to me and my twin sister. There was a ray of hope when Ilkay, my foster father, came and adopted us from the orphanage home after we spent 4 years there. I always wondered why it had to be me that was adopted. What was so special about me? I guess I will never know. For some reason, my adoptive parents also gave me preferential treatment compared to my twin sister, Julia. Maybe that is another question I won't have an answer to. I definitely have to try and find out though. My baby was cleaned up and kept in an incubator with an oxygen tube attached to him. Soon, an alarm went off, “beep, beep, beep”. “What’s going on?” I asked with a lot of fear in my voice. “Is my baby okay?” There was no response as the nurses hurriedly attended to my baby. Their faces suggested to me that there was some trouble. “Ma’am, we will need you to be as calm as possible” “You just had a difficult childbirth,” one of the assistant nurses said to me as I tried to crawl off my bed. “Heart rate is off, pulse is low,” the lead nurse said. It felt as if I could hear my heart beating. ‘I cannot lose my baby’ ‘my life is just about to have some meaning’ ‘it can't go away just like that,’ I thought. “Attach a manual defibrillator stat,” the lead nurse instructed. The device was attached to my baby and compressed to his heart. There seemed to be no response at the initial dose. “Again,” the lead nurse instructed. There was still no change. It felt as if I was going to die. “My baby, please don't die, please,” I muttered to myself. “Again!” another instruction came. There was a slower and quieter alarm this time. “Heart rate is stabilizing, the pulse is normal,” the nurse said as there was a sigh of relief among all of us in the room. A nurse came to address me and said, “ma’am, your child’s heart stopped for some time due to birth complications and being unable to receive enough oxygen” “Heart rate is perfectly alright now and breathing is fine” “We will just run a few more tests on you and your baby before you will be discharged” The love of my life, Kurt, rushed in looking so agitated. “I came as fast as I could,” he said, struggling to catch a breath. It was as if he had just completed a 100m race. “Here is your baby,” the nurse said. “Oh, my goodness” “He is so beautiful” “He has mummy’s nose,” Kurt giggled. My face brightened with a smile as I saw my fiance hold our baby with so much grace and poise. A drop of tear made its way down the corner of my eye. I was so emotional and it was like a dream. “Well, I can see a bit of daddy’s eyes right there,” I joked as our baby cried peacefully and daddy hushed him gracefully. ‘Kurt is already so good at this,’ I thought. I didn't want to tell him about the complications and horror I experienced with the baby’s heart rate stopping briefly because I didn't want to raise any more tension. ‘The most important thing is that our baby is fine,’ I thought. “Hope you are ready for our wedding next week,” Kurt said excitedly. I was wondering why Kurt wanted our wedding so quickly. He had been telling me about how he had to travel for this huge business conference and that he would like us to have our wedding ceremony before then. Well, I wasn't complaining. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with Kurt. “Why so early though?” I asked. “I will need to have enough energy for it, don't you think?” “Darling, I know it's been very difficult for you with the delivery but now that we have our baby, we have to conclude the wedding before I travel. Remember I told you how important this business conference is” “I am coming right away to see my little baby,” he giggled. Kurt chose a wedding dress for me and all of a sudden, I couldn't wait for the wedding. ********* The D-day came soon. It was the happiest day of my life. My hands were firmly holding that of my fiance as I couldn't contain the smiles that were glued to my face. His winks and funny faces were so beautiful. The Catholic priest read a statement as we looked into each other's eyes. Gosh! My husband had to be the most handsome man on earth. It felt like I was in a dream. I was finally getting married to a man who was everything any woman could ever dream of having as a husband. I was lost in the awesomeness of my groom when the Catholic priest said; “before we pronounce this couple as husband and wife, is there anyone who would object to this union for any reason whatsoever?” There was a brief silence before someone stormed into the hall, pushing the huge wooden gates open. “Yes!” he screamed. “This marriage must not go on!” “There is an arranged marriage to someone else”