At My Wedding The Ring Fit My Sister Chapter 01
The night before the wedding, I played a prank.
I pretended to be my eighteen-year-old self and made a “time call” to Adrian Kane.
It was one of those stupid games trending among young people lately: you pretend to call from the past and ask the person in the future how things turned out.
Full of hope, I asked him:
“Adrian, how are we doing at twenty-seven? Are we getting married? Are we… happy?”
Silence stretched on the other end.
Then Adrian’s voice came through—exhausted and cold:
“Not great.”
“Clara Moretti, I’ve wasted my whole life on you.”
“I’m begging you, in another world, let me go.”
I froze, almost convinced I’d misheard.
When I came back to myself, I called my mother.
“Mom, I—”
“I know.” She cut me off, her voice still gentle, even pitying. “You’re eighteen-year-old Clara, right?”
A chill ran through my entire body.
She sighed.
“That boy Adrian hasn’t had it easy either. He and your sister Vivian have been in love for five years. Because of you, they’ve been suppressing their feelings for each other this whole time.”
“Clara, listen to your mother. In your next life, let him and your sister be together.”
Tears soaked my face. I was shaking all over. I called Vivian.
When the line connected, all I could hear was her stifled gasps, tangled with the low, husky sound of Adrian’s lips against hers.
Vivian started crying on the other end.
“Clara, forgive your sister. Just tonight. He only belongs to me tonight.”
“In this lifetime I’ll never fight you for him. I only ask that in the next life, you step aside for me too.”
I hung up through my tears.
In that moment, something inside me died completely.
Fine. No need for a next life, no need for another world.
In this one, I’d set them free.
…
Adrian didn’t come home until the next morning.
He shrugged off his black coat and glanced at me carelessly.
“Why are you up so early?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” My voice was calm.
After a pause, I looked up at him.
“Adrian, let’s call off the wedding.”
He went rigid, turning to meet my slightly swollen eyes.
“What kind of joke is that?”
“I played a game last night.” I looked straight at him. “A game called the time call.”
Adrian’s hand froze in midair. His expression changed by degrees.
“Clara, you were testing me?”
I laughed bitterly.
I hadn’t expected accusation to come before explanation.
“If I hadn’t tested you, would I have spent my whole life being kept in the dark like a fool?”
“Adrian.” My eyes burned red. “You and Vivian—doesn’t it disgust you?”
A slap cracked hard across my face.
I clutched my cheek, stunned beyond thought.
Adrian stared at his own hand, equally stunned. As if even he hadn’t expected himself to hit me.
After a moment, he pressed his lips tight and looked at me.
“Clara, you can say whatever ugly thing you want to me. But I won’t stand for anyone insulting her.”
Eyes blazing, I swung back hard.
“How dare you hit me? Adrian Kane, even my parents have never laid a hand on me!”
The slap never landed.
Adrian caught my wrist in a vise grip.
He pulled a cold smirk.
“Your parents? They knew everything about me and your sister. Every last bit of it.”
“Last time you went back to the Moretti estate for the family dinner, you barely sat down before your mother dragged you out shopping. Your father said he was taking you to see an old friend.”
He leaned in close, voice dripping with mockery.
“Your whole family has been covering for us.”
I recoiled as if struck by lightning, staring at him in disbelief.
Adrian let go of me with a look of contempt.
“Clara, wake up. If I were you, I’d make good use of whatever guilt your future husband still has left for you.”
“After all, even your parents don’t love you.”