His Sickness Belonged To My Sister
Language: en
One week before our wedding, Marcus started gagging at the mere smell of food. I assumed it was pre-wedding jitters. When I vented to my younger sister, Coral, she merely stared at the pot of restorative chicken broth simmering on the stove and made a sharp, offhand remark. "You know sympathetic morning sickness is a real thing, right? He probably knocked someone else up. It’s always the upright, respectable ones who are the filthiest behind closed doors." I ladled out a bowl for her, deliberately leaving out the scallions she hated. "Stop talking nonsense. Marcus isn't that kind of…