My Sister's Husband

By Virginia Sandoval

The story is about twin sisters separated at birth.

In this captivating and emotionally charged tale, we delve into the lives of twin sisters, tragically separated at birth, who unknowingly find themselves entangled in a complex web of love and desire. Raised in separate worlds, their paths cross when they both become enamored

• Language: English
• Publisher: Authors' Tranquility Press
• Release date: Jun 12, 2023
• ISBN: 9781959930853

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MY SISTER’S HUSBAND / VIRGINIA SANDOVAL

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Dedication

I want to dedicate this book to my children, my nephews, my

grandchildren and my grandnephews.

I want them to see that it is never too late to undertake something

that we want to do in our lives.

I want to tell you with this, never give up and that they fight to

achieve and realize their dreams.

It's all a matter of a little effort and discipline, but above all with a lot

of perseverance and dedication.

Take my words into account and you will achieve anything they propose.

Foreword

Virginia:

"Dear friend, I sincerely congratulate you on managing to write a novel that catches you from the first lines, not only because of the argument you handle as a common thread, but because of the detailed way in which you describe the characters, the situations, the feelings, and objects that are part of the plot, but especially for the ingenuity and the ability to generate the points of suspense that are the moment’s keys in which the story unfolds.

You have pleasantly surprised me because I can give myself an account of the ability you have to write. I congratulate you and I wish it to be the beginning of a great career as a writer."

-Lourdes Tiscareño

It was the 80's, a Saturday morning in the month of November. The day had dawned cloudy, cold and nostalgic. It seemed like that until the wind moaned as if heralding a tragedy. It was one of those days when people prefer to stay warm at home resting in bed under the covers. Who wants to go out on a day like this? No one wants to stick their nose in the door, a cold of those that seemed to cut the skin when touching you.

It was past noon, the cold had lessened, but a torrential downpour began to fall. One of those in which the entire city turns into chaos. But even in the face of the adversities of the weather, people have their needs. And despite what it is, they venture to have to go out and take a taxi. It was three in the afternoon when Miriam boarded the taxi that would take her to the hospital. The driver looked at her, was alarmed and soon got out of the car and helped her up. He could see that she had had a bad night, and from her state, he understood the pain she felt. Miriam's face looked pale and broken, and the dark circles of her tearful eyes announced a state of anguish in her. The driver remained silent, he only managed to tell her:

"Don't worry, ma’am, we'll be there soon." As he watched her through the rearview mirror of the car.

Thank you, replied Miriam, looking at him in the mirror, but please go faster.

It was five in the afternoon when in the city of Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico, two young pregnant women were found waiting for the moment of giving birth. One of the young women was blonde with curly hair and blue eyes, the other was light brown with long dark hair and large brown eyes. While they waited, the young brunette, very excited about the arrival of her child, began the conversation by asking the young blonde:

"Do you already know the gender of your baby? I'm going to have a girl and I already want to hold her in my arms."

"No, I don't know what I'm going to have. I never went to the doctor, and I'm just waiting for him/her to be born and return to my country with my mother."

"Oh! You’re not from here, are you? Where are you from?"

I'm an American. I'm from Houston, Texas. The young blonde answered.

Oh! You're American. Great, so you're leaving soon? And why didn't anyone come with you?

I don't have anyone here in Mexico. I'll leave as soon as I pick up my baby's birth certificate.

Suddenly the young blonde groaned, hunching over and clutching her stomach.

Ay! Ay! I think it's coming. Oh my God! It hurts me a lot. The young blonde complained.

Not two minutes had passed before the girls continued to chat, and the blonde girl asked the other girl,

And your husband, why didn't he come with you?

I don't have a husband. I don't have a family. My girl won't have a father, the scoundrel abandoned me when he found out I was pregnant.

The young blonde interrupted her saying,

But where is your family? What happened to them?

My parents died when I was thirteen years old. I grew up with my father's aunt, but she kicked me out of her house when she found out I was pregnant and that my boyfriend had left me.

At that moment, the young brunette abruptly interrupted the conversation and got up in a hurry and began to walk from one side to the other, desperately down the corridor. There were several women in the same condition, so the nurses were no longer alarmed when they saw this type of situation. A couple of minutes passed, and she sat down again next to the young blonde saying,

Oh! I hope she comes soon. I can't take it anymore, and we’ve already been here for several hours waiting. She paused and continued, Sorry, we've been talking for a while, and I don't even know your name. My name is Miriam, Miriam Álvarez, and what is your name?

Susan, my name is Susan Smith, the young blonde replied.

And you, tell me, what happened to the father of your baby? I realized that you speak Spanish very well, with an American accent, but you speak it very well.

"Thank you, I learned it here. I arrived here the beginning of the year with some (friends), (she retracted hastily) with some friends to Puerto Vallarta. We came for a walk, but I met a boy and fell in love with him. My friends went back to the U.S. We were together for a while, but on one of those blowout nights, I didn't even know who I got involved with. I woke up in a hotel alone, no one was there with me when I woke up. I looked for my boyfriend everywhere, but I never found him. The earth swallowed him, or the sea took him away. I don't know what happened to him. I don't even know if he is the father of my baby."

She was silent, thought for a moment, and then went on to say, "I was working in a restaurant bar there on the beach, but I was only able to stay a few months because later my belly started to grow, and they didn't let me stay there. I came here and here they gave me a job in a bar behind bars, (she immediately corrected) they put me behind the bar serving the waitresses. There they had compassion on me, and they lent me a room to live right there in the bar, but they told me that I had to leave there once my baby is born."

In that, the nurse interrupted them saying,

Let's see girls, which one of you comes first? I'm going to check on you. I'll check on you first, Susan. I see you're very unsettled, and then I'll check on you, she turned, pointing at Miriam.

Barely a few minutes passed when the nurse returned for Miriam.

Let's see how much your girl has dilated, and the gringuita is ready to give birth —and she took her to examine her.

The time of delivery came for both just a few minutes apart, it was already past nine at night.

Susan, a very pretty foreign woman, but a bit disoriented and looking a bit sloppy, gave birth to two beautiful twin girls who were registered under the names of Miriam and Nancy Smith. Miriam, also very pretty, middle class, gave birth to a beautiful girl, who died a few minutes after being born. Nurse Consuelo, (who assisted in both births), when seeing the situation of these two women, felt compassion for Miriam and felt guilty for not having