Conjoined twins joined at the abdomen married the same man: here’s what their husband looks like

Do you remember the conjoined twins who were born joined at the abdomen? 😨 Recently, one of them married the man she loves! 😱😱 The sisters posted a photo with the groom, both wearing wedding dresses 😨

They are already thinking about having a child, but what’s even more surprising is that the other, unmarried sister said she’s still single — and might get married soon too 😱 Fans were shocked — how is that even possible?

Photos of the twins’ husband, along with their wedding pictures, were shared in the first comment 👇👇

Carmen and Lupita were born in Mexico and now live in the United States. These extraordinary sisters were born conjoined at the abdomen.

Doctors gave their parents no hope at the time — the prognosis was extremely poor. Experts believed the girls wouldn’t live past their first year. But fate had other plans.

From the beginning, their life was full of challenges, but Carmen and Lupita grew up to be strong and independent. Although their bodies are joined, each has her own personality, interests, and dreams.

Doctors repeatedly offered to perform a separation surgery, but the sisters declined. The risks were too great, and they didn’t want to endanger their lives.

Today, they study, are active on social media, and even drive a car — Carmen sits behind the wheel, while Lupita helps with navigation. Although physically inseparable, each sister follows her own path in life.

Recently, it was revealed that Carmen got married! She met her partner through a dating app.

Their relationship developed gradually, with full respect for the twins’ unique situation. Eventually, they had a wedding, and Carmen shared the joyful news with her followers.

The sisters posted pictures in their wedding dresses together with the groom.

Lupita jokingly added that she’s still single and not planning to marry anytime soon. Although they share one life physically, they are both happy in their own ways — and that’s what matters most.

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