My Family Replaced Me For A New Heir

At our seventh-anniversary dinner, Sterling Anderson suddenly spoke up.

"Lilah is pregnant, and the baby is mine."

I froze in place. Harvey, the stepson I had raised as my own since he was a toddler, chimed in with a chilling innocence.

"Mom is broken and can't have babies. I'm the one who let Aunt Lilah in so she could give Dad a real child instead of you."

My ears rang. My voice came out as a ragged whisper. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Sterling's tone was matter-of-fact, as if he were