At My Wedding The Ring Fit My Sister Chapter 05
Downstairs, the sound of cars arriving. The wedding fleet was here.
The bridesmaids laughed and crowded toward the door, ready to block the groom’s entry.
Only Vivian didn’t move.
She stood quietly beside me.
I looked into her eyes. Her makeup was slightly smudged—she’d obviously been crying.
She wore a white gown, different from all the other bridesmaids.
She didn’t look like a bridesmaid. She looked like the bride.
Outside, the groomsmen laughed and shoved their way through, finally pushing the door open.
Adrian burst in, high-spirited, his black suit making him look devastatingly handsome.
He strode forward.
Then past me—and swept Vivian into his arms.
The room went instantly silent. Every bridesmaid froze.
A few groomsmen who hadn’t caught on laughed and clapped his shoulder.
“Wrong one, Boss! You grabbed the wrong one! The bride’s over here!”
“Boss, no matter how much the bride’s sister looks like a bride, you can’t actually carry her off!”
Everyone laughed easily.
But Adrian slowly released Vivian, gazing at her with deep emotion.
“Yeah.” His voice was low. “Wrong one.”
Then he turned to me, eyes curved in a smile that held a threat beneath it.
“Clara, you don’t mind, do you?”
I looked at him, nails digging deep into my palms.
Only I knew he wasn’t talking about the embrace.
He was saying he’d married the wrong one.
The person he’d wanted to hold from the very beginning was Vivian.
“I don’t mind.”
My voice came out so calm it startled even me.
Adrian smirked, pleased with how well I played along.
As we headed out, I lowered my head, gathered my wedding gown, and moved to climb into the back seat of the bridal car.
Adrian was sitting inside. He glanced at me, his tone like an order to a subordinate.
“Get out. Sit in the front.”
“Let Vivian sit in the back.”
I stopped and looked up at him.
A bridesmaid and the groom in the back seat, the bride alone in the passenger seat. That had never happened before.
He was humiliating me on purpose.
“Why?”
I clenched my fists.
“Do I really need a reason?” He sneered. “Your sister gets carsick. Is that enough?”
Carsick? Everyone knew that people who get carsick should sit in the front.
A few Kane family relatives watched with barely concealed amusement.
My parents stood nearby as if they hadn’t heard a thing.
Adrian leaned in close with a smile, lowering his voice.
“Baby, for the sake of the child in your belly, just bear with it.”
“I promise, today’s bride will still be you in name. But you can’t expect to have me too easily, can you?”
He was using that child as leverage.
I looked into his eyes and smiled coldly.
“Sure.”
I silently gathered my skirts, got out, and sat alone in the passenger seat.
And my sister, head bowed, silent, not looking at me once—
She walked right past me and settled into the back seat. Next to Adrian.
As she brushed past my shoulder, she even bumped me—like a petty act of spite.
Between the man and her sister, she always chose the man.
In bed, she had. At the registration office, she had. And now, she did again.
The motorcade pulled toward the Kane family’s private chapel.
In the rearview mirror, they held hands in secret, fingers laced together.
Vivian’s expression was somber, her face turned toward the window as if holding back tears.
Adrian looked at her with nothing but tenderness.
What a pair of star-crossed lovers, wronged by the world.
I looked away, cold and indifferent.
Crying about what?
I’d set them free soon enough.
…
Finally, the ceremony reached the exchange of rings.
Vivian carried the ring box and walked up the aisle, step by step.
Both sides of the hall were packed with guests.
The Moretti family, the Kane family, and all those men in black suits wearing family crests—every one of them watching.
Some whispered.
“Why is the bridesmaid wearing white too?”
“Doesn’t that clash with the bride?”
“If you didn’t know better, you’d think she was the bride.”
“Trying to steal the spotlight, probably.”
But it was only a few remarks. No one truly cared.
Adrian picked up the woman’s ring and slid it onto my finger.
It wasn’t my size at all.
I looked down at that ring and spoke.
“This isn’t my ring.”
Adrian’s brow creased with displeasure.
“Clara, don’t make a scene. The ceremony is in progress.”
I raised my face to look at him, enunciating every word, raising my voice.
“I said—this isn’t my ring.”
The next second, I grabbed Vivian’s hand and slid the ring onto her finger.
The camera happened to cut to a close-up of the hands.
Every guest saw it clearly on the big screen—
The wedding band on Vivian’s ring finger. A perfect fit.
Gasps erupted across the hall.
Vivian’s face went white. She struggled to pull her hand back, but I held it in an iron grip.
Adrian glared at me, his face dark, voice dropping to a threat:
“Clara, have you lost your mind?”
“Think about the baby.”
“You want him born without a father?”
“You want to be a pregnant woman nobody wants?”
He smirked as if he’d already won.
“Use your brain before you do something stupid. Ruining this wedding doesn’t benefit either of us.”
“No.”
I helpfully corrected him.
“It doesn’t benefit you.”
Adrian blinked.
“What?”
“The one who needs this marriage as a front is you. Not me.”
I looked at him, my smile turning cold by degrees.
“As for the baby—he won’t be born without a father either.”
“Because—”
“He’s never going to be born.”
Adrian’s face drained of color.
“What did you say?”
“Clara, what do you mean? Say it clearly—what happened to the baby!”
I smiled and said nothing.
The next second, the big screen went black.