Evelyn’s betrayal of her own sister ends up revealing a shocking truth.
Evelyn is pregnant with David’s child-David, who is Steffy’s husband, and Steffy is Evelyn’s older sister. Confident that she will become the heir to the Willson family fortune, Evelyn secretly conducts a DNA test on Steffy and Hendri Willson.
But is the result of that DNA test truly valid? And what truth will ultimately come to light-one so shocking that it leaves everyone stunned?
A Betrayal Between My Husband And My Sister Chapter 1 The Truth Behind the Door
“So, when are you going to leave that woman? What are you still waiting for? Steffy can’t even get pregnant. And she’s not even a biological daughter of the Willson family!”
The voice was loud and confident, pushing David to finally abandon Steffy-the wife he had been married to for five years.
“Just be patient a little longer. I’m only waiting for the right time to tell your sister,” David replied, trying to coax Evelyn, who was none other than Steffy’s own sister.
“But I’m already pregnant! I don’t want to carry this child alone!”
Those words struck like lightning-hitting Steffy, who had been standing behind the slightly open door all along.
She had come to surprise David.
Instead, she was the one who was shocked, overhearing the conversation between her husband and her own sister.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m the father of your baby. You won’t be alone. I’ll divorce Steffy… tonight.”
The door burst open as Steffy pushed it wide.
“Why wait until tonight? You can divorce me right now!” she said, struggling to hold back her tears.
She hid something behind her back.
“Oh, good. You finally found out on your own. That saves David the trouble of finding the right moment to divorce you,” Evelyn said casually, flipping her hair as she sipped her coffee.
David froze in place, his face turning pale. Evelyn, on the other hand, looked completely calm-throwing a smug smile at her sister as if victory was already hers.
“I don’t believe this…” Steffy’s voice trembled. “You… my own sister. Evelyn, why would you do this to me?”
Evelyn crossed her legs arrogantly. “Because you’re nothing in this family, Stef. And you know what? Not even a drop of Willson blood runs through your veins.”
“What do you mean, Evelyn? Why am I not part of the Willson family?” Steffy was struck again by words that shattered her even further.
Evelyn pulled a sheet of paper from her bag.
“Read it. That’s proof that you’re not their biological daughter.”
She handed Steffy the document-the DNA test result she had secretly arranged.
Steffy’s hands trembled as she read it.
“You thought marrying David would secure your position? You were so wrong.”
David tried to step closer. “Stef… just listen, this is all-“
“Silence!” Steffy snapped, stepping back, her eyes filled with tears. “Five years, David! Five years I stood by your side-even when my parents opposed us. I stayed because I believed we could build a family. I believed you truly loved me.”
Evelyn let out a mocking laugh. “How amusing. You couldn’t even give him a child.”
Steffy shot her a sharp look. “And you think you’re better than me just because you’re pregnant?”
Evelyn stood up, placing her cup on the table with a loud clink. “More than that. I’m the true Willson heir. The child I’m carrying will be the future of this family. And David will stand beside me as its head.”
David said nothing. His gaze flickered briefly to Evelyn’s stomach, then to Steffy’s tear-filled eyes. He was uneasy-but he still chose silence.
“Answer me, David,” Steffy pleaded softly. “Why… why my own sister? Am I really that unworthy to you?”
David lowered his head, his voice barely audible. “I… I just wanted to be part of the Willson family, Stef. You’re not their biological daughter… but Evelyn…”
SLAP!
A sharp slap landed across David’s face. Steffy trembled with emotion.
She took a shaky breath after striking him. Her hand was still trembling-not only from anger, but from the way her heart had completely shattered.
“Maybe I’m not a biological daughter of the Willson family,” Steffy said, her voice trembling yet firm. “But I have dignity. And you… both of you… have trampled all over it.”
David held his cheek, unable to meet her eyes. Meanwhile, Evelyn stood there with a satisfied expression.
“Good. At least you’re aware of your place,” Evelyn said coldly. “Then you know you should leave.”
Steffy glared at the woman she had always called her sister. “You think you’ve won? You think carrying his child means you get everything?”
Evelyn lifted her chin proudly. “Of course. Because I have two things you don’t. First, I’m a Willson. And second… I’m pregnant.”
“Evelyn… what do you mean by that?”
A woman’s voice suddenly cut through the tension-she had been listening all along.
A Betrayal Between My Husband And My Sister Chapter 2 Blood and Choice
“Mom… Dad?”
To everyone’s shock, Hendry Willson and his wife, Nadine, had heard the entire argument.
Including the part about Steffy not having Willson blood.
“You’re pregnant? And it’s David’s?” Nadine was utterly stunned. Her body swayed, and Hendry quickly caught her before she could fall.
“David and I love each other! And at least I’m carrying Willson blood. Unlike her,” Evelyn said, glancing sharply at Steffy.
Nadine turned to her immediately, her gaze piercing. “What do you mean by that?”
Evelyn straightened, years of pent-up resentment finally exploding. “Why do you always idolize her? Steffy isn’t your blood. She’s not your biological daughter! She might not even be a Willson at all!”
Hendry rose to his feet, his voice instantly rising. “Don’t speak nonsense, Evelyn!”
“I’m not talking nonsense!” Evelyn shouted back. “I’m the one who did the DNA test! In secret, yes! Because I’ve suspected it for a long time. She’s too beautiful, too perfect! She doesn’t resemble either of you—not even a little!”
Nadine held her breath, her body trembling.
“A DNA test?” she murmured. “You did that behind our backs?”
Evelyn stepped forward. “Because you were too blind to see the truth. Because you loved a child who might not even be yours more than your own daughter!”
“Steffy is my daughter!” Hendry roared. “My daughter! I don’t care whose blood runs in her veins!”
“Dad!” Evelyn’s eyes widened. “Even if she was switched at birth?!”
The words instantly silenced the room.
Nadine took a step back. Tears slipped down her face without her realizing it. A long-buried memory resurfaced—a night of chaos in the hospital twenty-seven years ago. The night Steffy was born.
“The hospital…” Nadine whispered. “Back then… they said there was a mistake… a baby was taken to the wrong ward… but they said it had been resolved…”
Evelyn let out a bitter smirk. “Maybe they were wrong. Maybe the child you brought home wasn’t yours.”
Hendry clenched his fists—not in anger toward Evelyn, but at himself. “We tried to find out years ago. But all the hospital records… were destroyed in a fire in the archives. We never found the truth.”
“But you still raised her,” Evelyn said sharply. “You chose her, even after knowing she might not be your biological child.”
The room fell silent for a few seconds.
Evelyn felt as though she had cornered them—won the battle that had been burning inside her for years. But when she looked at Nadine’s face, she didn’t see the devastation she expected. Instead, there was a quiet strength that made Evelyn falter.
“You’re right,” Nadine finally said. “Maybe Steffy isn’t our biological child. Maybe there was a switch. But she is our daughter—with or without blood ties.”
Evelyn took a step back, her voice weakening. “But… I’m your real daughter… I carry your blood…”
“And that’s exactly why I’m angry,” Nadine cut in firmly. “Because I never thought my own daughter could stab her sister in the back like this. Blood doesn’t make you valuable, Evelyn. The choices you make do.”
Evelyn froze.
Hendry added in a heavy voice, “The child you’re carrying—we will accept. But you… you have to live with what you’ve done.”
Steffy turned her face away, unable to hold back her tears any longer. Her body trembled, but she forced herself to stand tall. She refused to cry in front of the two people who had shattered her dignity.
Without another word, Steffy walked quickly to her room. She pulled a suitcase from beneath the bed and began stuffing clothes into it at random. Her vision blurred with tears, but her hands kept moving.
She wanted to leave. As soon as possible.
Evelyn merely raised an eyebrow when Steffy came downstairs with the suitcase.
“Good. At least you know your place,” she said casually.
David stood frozen. He wanted to speak, but not a single word came out.
Just as Steffy reached for the front door, Hendry’s voice rang out sharply, stopping her in her tracks.
“Stop right there!”
All heads turned.
Mr. Hendry Willson—father to both Steffy and Evelyn—stood with a face full of anger. His sharp gaze swept over David and Evelyn before landing on Steffy, who looked startled.
“Dad…”
A Betrayal Between My Husband And My Sister Chapter 3 A Place to Stay, A Road to Break
“You’re not going anywhere, Steffy.”
“But… I don’t deserve to stay here anymore, Dad,” Steffy whispered, her usually gentle voice now filled with pain. “I’m no one. I’m not even a Willson by blood.”
Hendry looked at her, his aging eyes reddened with restrained emotion. “You may not carry my blood, Stef… but you are my daughter. You’re the only child who has ever made me proud. You have a big heart, and you’re sincere.”
Steffy bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill.
“And you…” Hendry turned toward David and Evelyn, his voice cold as steel. “You’ve brought shame to this family. You…” he pointed at David, “…are a disgrace. And you, Evelyn… you’re carrying a child by your own sister’s husband?”
“Dad, I love David…” Evelyn tried to defend herself.
“Love?” Hendry scoffed. “A love that makes you betray your own sister? There is no honor in betrayal. And the child you’re carrying will not change that.”
David opened his mouth to speak, but Hendry raised his hand, stopping him.
“There will never be a marriage between Evelyn and David. But I agree that David and Steffy should divorce!” Hendry declared firmly.
“Dad, this isn’t fair! Your daughter is pregnant, and you won’t let me marry him? I’m carrying the heir of the Willson bloodline!” Evelyn protested, unable to accept his decision.
Hendry’s face flushed with anger. His fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to keep himself in check in front of Steffy.
Evelyn stepped closer. “Dad, I know this is wrong, but I—”
Hendry’s sharp gaze cut her off, his voice booming.
“It is precisely because you carry Willson blood that I will never allow that man to stay in this house!”
David froze.
“Let that child be born without a father,” Hendry continued without hesitation. “I will make sure you and your child still have a place in this family, Evelyn. But not that traitor!”
“No… Dad, please… don’t do this to us…” Evelyn panicked.
“You don’t need to defend him!” Hendry’s voice rose again. “He is your sister’s husband. Steffy lived with him for five years, and you—the daughter I raised with love—dared to stab her in the back?”
Evelyn fell silent. Her eyes began to glisten, but Hendry remained firm.
Meanwhile, Steffy stood quietly behind Hendry. Her heart was still shattered, but this time, a faint warmth crept through the cracks. Even if she wasn’t his biological daughter, Hendry still stood up for her—when she herself had already been ready to leave.
“Dad… I don’t know what to say,” Steffy said softly.
Hendry turned and placed his hands on her shoulders. His gaze softened, completely different from the sharp look he had given Evelyn and David.
“You’re not going anywhere, Stef. This house is still your home. I may not be able to take away your pain today… but you won’t face it alone.”
Steffy nodded, holding back the tears that were about to break free.
David stepped forward, trying to defend himself. “Mr. Hendry, I love Evelyn… I want to take responsibility…”
“If you were truly responsible,” Hendry cut in sharply, “you wouldn’t have betrayed your own wife—let alone with her own sister.”
He took a deep breath, then turned to the guards standing nearby.
“Escort this man out. Starting tonight, he is no longer allowed to set foot in this house.”
David stood frozen, but two household guards were already moving to lead him away.
Evelyn tried to follow, but Hendry stopped her with a calm yet firm voice.
“You stay here. You need protection, and your child is part of this family. But don’t ever expect me to forgive what you’ve done.”
Steffy stood there, still holding her suitcase. She turned to Hendry.
“Dad… may I stay at the villa for a while?”
Hendry looked at her for a long moment, then nodded.
“You may go wherever you need to heal. But remember, this house will always be open to you.”
Steffy chose to leave. The villa would be her refuge—for now, at least, she wouldn’t have to see Evelyn.
She drove away, leaving behind the chaos that might only grow worse.
But along the way, her head began to feel heavy, and nausea had been building for several kilometers. Steffy closed her eyes briefly, trying to steady her breathing while keeping her hands on the wheel.
“I need to pull over for a moment,” she murmured.
She spotted an empty roadside area wide enough to stop. But just as she turned the steering wheel to the left, her vision blurred. Her stomach churned violently, and cold sweat trickled down her temples.
CRASH!
A loud impact echoed. Steffy’s car slammed into the rear of a black SUV parked at the side of the road. The collision wasn’t severe, but enough to dent the front hood of her car and jolt the SUV’s rear bumper.
Steffy gasped. She pressed a hand to her throbbing forehead, trying to stay conscious.
Before she could fully gather herself, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a blue shirt jacket stepped out of the SUV with quick strides, his expression filled with anger.
“ARE YOU CRAZY?!” he shouted, knocking hard on her window. “YOU JUST HIT MY CAR!”
Startled, Steffy lowered her head. Her body still felt weak.
She rolled down the window.
“I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…”
“Didn’t mean to?!” The man raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over her pale, trembling figure. “If you can’t drive, then stay off the road! You could get someone killed!”
Steffy lowered her head even more, one hand clutching her increasingly unsettled stomach. She swallowed hard, trying to suppress the nausea rising within her.
“I’ll pay for the damage… I just wanted to pull over… I wasn’t feeling well…”
Her voice was barely audible.
The man scoffed, but his tone began to soften. He studied her more carefully—the pale face, the trembling hands, the cold sweat on her temples.
“You’re sick?” he asked, his voice calmer now, though his expression remained tense.