My best friend and I married brothers from the same family, and we ended up pregnant around the same time. I married Julian, the brother who’s a doctor, and she married Leo, his good-looking police officer brother. On our first wedding anniversary, my best friend and I were on our way to pick up our prenatal checkup reports when we got into a car crash. My best friend escaped injury because she’d gotten out of the car earlier to buy me some milk, but I suffered severe bleeding. Shaking, I called my husband, the doctor. Julian sounded annoyed and said, “You’re lying again, just trying to get my attention! Medical resources aren’t something you can waste like this! Serena cut her hand, and I’m busy bandaging it. Stop bothering me!” My best friend quickly called her husband, the police officer. But Leo snapped, “Do you know what happens if you file a false police report? I’ve got to fix Serena’s leaky water pipe. Don’t waste my time!” My best friend, eight months pregnant, dragged me to the hospital. We both miscarried. When I woke up, I looked at Mia’s pale face, and we exchanged bitter smiles. “Chloe, I’m getting a divorce,” she said. “Me too,” I replied.
Once I made up my mind, I texted Julian right away about the divorce. He called me back, shouting: “Chloe, Serena slit her wrist—it could’ve been life-threatening! You want a divorce just because I helped her?! I’m not agreeing to this!” With that, he hung up before I could even say anything. Three years of dating, one year of marriage, and a baby that was almost here. I never thought it would all fall apart because of Serena—the girl he’d always had a thing for! This morning, I ran into Serena at the hospital. She insisted on helping me get a cab, and I didn’t turn down her offer. Then the driver suddenly swerved and crashed into a truck. The driver had minor scrapes and took off, leaving me lying in a pool of blood in the middle of the road. Looking back now, maybe the crash wasn’t an accident at all—maybe Serena planned it. Just then, Mia woke up beside me, tears filling her eyes. I was about to comfort her when her husband Leo, the police officer, called, yelling: “What the hell is your problem? You’ve always been perfectly healthy—how could you miscarry? You want a divorce? Fine, then let’s divorce!” The call ended abruptly. My best friend stared at her phone, lost in thought. Seeing how fragile she looked, I said, “Don’t be upset. These two guys aren’t worth crying over.” Thinking about it, maybe this outcome was inevitable from the moment we decided to marry them. Julian had intentionally picked Serena’s birthday for our wedding—his resentment was obvious. Even our marriages were just leverage for the brothers to win Serena back. There was never any real love there. It’s ridiculous how Mia and I let ourselves be played for fools. Hours had passed since the accident, and we were in Julian’s hospital, but he still wouldn’t come see us. Maybe in his eyes, I was never worth his time. I realized that too late. And the price I paid was way too high.
I lay in my hospital bed scrolling through Instagram. Sure enough, Serena had posted another victory photo, showing off like always. There was a group shot of the three of them, a photo of a supposedly “fixed” pipe, and a carefully bandaged wrist with a little bow on it. 【Grateful for good friends—sometimes friendship outlasts love!】 Serena’s post quickly got tons of likes. 【One’s a doctor, one’s a cop—you’ve got two hot guys!】 【So jealous! 】 I took a deep breath and showed Mia the Instagram post. She pulled out her phone, and two minutes later, a bitter laugh escaped her. “A love triangle? Don’t they think that’s a little crowded? Once we divorce, they’ll probably need a custom bed for their little threesome, huh?” I snorted. “I’m calling a lawyer right now to draft the divorce papers. And while I’m at it, I’ll send them a king-size bed as a ‘congrats on your new relationship’ gift!” After we sent the papers, Mia and I waited all day, but neither brother replied. I ran out of patience and called Julian. Before I could say a word, he snapped: “Why did you send divorce papers to my office? Trying to humiliate me in front of everyone because you’re jealous?” His words made me sigh—for myself, for ever thinking he cared. I’d asked a nurse to deliver the papers. If he’d bothered to ask even one question, he would’ve found out about the accident and that I was in the hospital. But obviously, he hadn’t. I was about to bring up the divorce when Serena’s sickly sweet voice came through the phone. “Julian, that lipstick you got me last time was so pretty! I loved it—can you pick up another one?” He quickly covered the phone, and I let out a bitter laugh. “No wonder you’re too busy to sign the divorce papers. Don’t let me interrupt your ‘plans.’ I’ll leave you alone.” I was about to hang up when he lost his temper completely. “Are you serious right now? I was just trying to keep you from overreacting! I’m with my brother! He was fixing Serena’s pipe, remember? She wanted to thank us with dinner. Why are you always so paranoid? Can’t you just trust me for once?” “She’s a single woman who can’t even fix a pipe by herself—why do you have to call me for every little problem? I’m exhausted from work! Can’t you act like an adult? Now you’re throwing a fit, demanding a divorce, and dragging Mia into this too. What did my brother ever do to you?” Julian’s voice rose, sharp with frustration. Then Serena piped up, her voice sickly sweet: “Don’t be upset, Julian. Pregnant women get extra emotional with all those hormones, right?” I was so angry my stitches throbbed, and I slammed down the phone. Mia saw how upset I was and squeezed my hand. “Don’t let them get to you! I already texted Leo—we’re getting those divorces as soon as we’re out of here.”
Mia and I were in the hospital for two whole weeks, and neither of them called once. Not one text asking where two pregnant women had disappeared to. Or why we hadn’t been home. Their silence made our already broken hearts sink even lower. Then I saw Serena’s new Instagram post, and it all made sense. Dozens of photos of the three of them on vacation—laughing, hugging, looking like one big happy family. Their grins were like salt in our wounds. The caption read: 【Family isn’t always blood—grateful for my chosen family!】 I stared at Julian’s carefree smile in the photos, feeling absolutely numb inside. I texted him calmly. 【I’m being discharged. Court tomorrow—bring Leo.】 He called right away, but I declined and blocked his number. Mia and I finished the discharge paperwork, then finally had time to report the hit-and-run driver to the police. After we described what happened, the officer frowned: “It’s been two weeks—why wait until now to report this? Tracking them down might be tough.” I just nodded awkwardly, forcing a smile as I asked for their help. When we explained that my husband had bailed to be with his mistress, and Mia had miscarried trying to save me—so we’d had no one to help us until now—the officer looked sympathetic. “Don’t worry, we’ll do everything we can to find that driver.” After leaving the station, Mia and I moved into a new apartment. We were both still pretty weak, so we hired a cleaning service. But Julian somehow got through using Leo’s phone, even though I’d blocked him. He was yelling: “Where the hell are you? The house is a disaster! Why aren’t you home resting like a pregnant woman should be? Haven’t two weeks been enough for you to get over this? How long are you gonna keep acting like this?” “Even if you want a divorce, stop brainwashing Mia! Are you jealous she had a good marriage?” Mia heard every word and snatched the phone from me, livid. She screamed into the phone, “You two assholes! Mia and I never should’ve married you! Tell Leo if he doesn’t show up tomorrow, he’s a coward! This divorce is happening—with or without you!” With that, she hung up. We blocked both brothers’ numbers right after. The next morning, Mia and I got to the courthouse early to wait for them. But Serena showed up instead—and we should’ve known better. Her eyes were red like she’d been crying. She clicked over in her heels, sniffling and putting on that innocent act: “I’m so sorry—I came to apologize for them. I know there’s been a misunderstanding. It’s not what it looks like, I promise.” “That trip? We planned it five years ago! I was out of town for a while, so we’re just now getting around to it. I told them to say goodbye before they left, but they must’ve forgotten to text…” This wasn’t an apology—it was a flex. I let out a dry laugh. “Oh really? So their divorce today—did you sign off on that too? Are they even man enough to show up, or did you volunteer to handle their dirty work?” Serena’s phone buzzed quietly in her purse. Her expression flickered, and then she suddenly lunged at us. I flinched and pushed her away on instinct. Serena fell hard on her butt, scraping her palm open. I froze, confused, and was about to help her up when Julian’s voice roared from across the lobby: “Chloe, what the fuck are you doing?! Get away from her!” Before I could process what was happening, he was in my face. He shoved me hard in the chest. I stumbled backward, crashing into Mia. Julian’s eyes dropped to my flat stomach, and his face went white as a sheet. He stammered, “The baby…?” Leo wandered over, glued to his phone, not even glancing our way. He was talking urgently: “No, I can’t today. The station just got a report about a hit-and-run from two weeks ago—they’re calling it attempted murder! I gotta head back to investigate.” Then he finally noticed our empty bellies and froze. His phone slipped from his hand, screen shattering when it hit the floor. “What happened? Chloe… your stomach…”
I stared at their panicked, crumbling faces and said flatly, “As you can see, thanks to the three of you, the baby’s gone. Let’s sign the divorce papers. There’s nothing left to say.” Julian’s eyes bulged, like he couldn’t process it. Then it hit him, and he exploded. “Chloe! That was my kid! How could you do this behind my back? Who the hell do you think you are?!” “Are you insane?! You’re a murderer! You killed my child!” I shot a cold look at the woman hiding in his arms, sneering. “I lost my baby in a car accident, and you’re calling me a murderer? Should I have died too to make you happy?” “Julian, do you even care about that baby? Or are you just mad you lost your trophy? Maybe you should ask who caused that accident.” “When the truth comes out, I hope you’ll still be so quick to judge.” My words made Serena panic—just for a second. She opened her mouth to speak, but Leo cut her off. “Car accident? What are you talking about? Was that real? And my son—Mia was fine that day, right?” His ignorance made Mia’s eyes well up. Then she snapped, “Shut up! Are you really that dense?! Do you think a woman would joke about losing her baby? Leo, you’re pathetic.” “You don’t deserve to be a dad! I’m glad that baby never had to call you ‘father.’ After today, I never want to see you again.” Mia had never yelled at him like that—not in their four years together. Leo froze, his face red with shame and rage. “What are you saying? What actually happened? Were you in an accident too? Did they find the driver?” His voice cracked with panic, finally realizing how bad things were. But it was way too late. Mia smiled bitterly, her voice dead calm. “You didn’t care when I called for help. You don’t get to care now.” That’s when Julian finally remembered—the four desperate calls I’d made the day of the accident. His face went pale, like it was cracking. He turned to me, hesitant. “Those calls… were you really hurt? Did the baby die because of the accident?” When I just stared at him, he pushed Serena away like she was burning him. Serena looked shocked—like no one had ever brushed her off before. I shot her a look. “Funny you should ask—who do you think reported the accident as attempted murder?” The brothers didn’t seem to get it, but Serena did. Her shock melted into panic, and she forced a guilty smile. Serena jumped in, defending the driver: “Maybe he was drunk? Probably didn’t even realize he hit someone! Truck drivers are so reckless these days—I’ve almost been hit myself…” Normally, the brothers would’ve rushed to comfort her, warning her to be careful crossing streets. But this time, crickets. The two men just stared at her, expressions unreadable. Guilt and regret flickered in their eyes. I laughed coldly at her panic. Was she covering for the driver… or herself? I kept my voice icy. “I never said it was a truck. How’d you know that?” That sent Serena into a full-blown panic.
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