Zamarad looked at her family members disbelieve and hurt evident in her eyes. How could her family treat her like this? She knew for a fact that she was not adopted. Her physical appearance was evidence enough to charge her guilty of her identity as their biological daughter.
"You are pregnant dear sister. You should take care of yourself. Otherwise, if you lost your baby, your groom will hunt us down." This flat and almost loathing voice drew her thoughts back to the present. Zamarad looked at her sister not believing what she just heard.
She was trying hard not to think of the said groom who was mentioned earlier by her father. Yet, he was mentioned again by her evil sister. And did she hear the word pregnant? Her jaw dropped open as she gazed at her family's faces that confirmed her sister's words.
