At My Wedding The Ring Fit My Sister Chapter 10
I never expected that the next time I heard about Adrian, it would come from my parents.
I don’t know where they dug up my new number.
After much effort, they finally reached me.
The moment the call connected, my mother’s wailing voice poured through.
“Clara! Clara, I finally got through to you! Come home! I miss you so much. Everything’s fallen apart here! You’re all your father and I have left, truly all we have!”
“Your sister… your sister, something happened. She and Adrian, they—”
Vivian had tried to kill herself again.
This time, she took Adrian with her.
No one knows exactly what happened that day.
What they fought about, how far the breakdown went.
The neighbors only smelled a heavy gas leak and called the police.
By the time the fire department broke down the door, the kitchen gas valve was turned to maximum.
Every window had been sealed shut.
The door cracks were stuffed with wet towels.
Vivian and Adrian were both collapsed in the living room.
They were rushed to the hospital at full speed.
But it was too late.
Adrian had inhaled too much carbon monoxide. He didn’t make it.
As for Vivian—perhaps at the very last moment some survival instinct kicked in, and she crawled to the living room window and cracked it open.
She didn’t die.
But the brain damage was severe.
When she woke, she was gone. Reduced to drooling and vacant smiles.
And she’d left behind a child. A child not yet five, who still needed care and raising.
I held the phone and let out a cold laugh, cutting off my mother’s sobbing.
“So, what exactly do you want me to come back for?”
“To mourn Adrian?”
“Or to take over the two messes—Vivian and her child?”
Silence on the other end. Just for a moment.
Then my mother sucked in a breath, her voice shooting up an octave.
“What is that supposed to mean? She’s your own sister, I’m your own mother. Shouldn’t you come back and help? Clara Moretti, you ungrateful wretch!”
“I raised you all these years, and now that the family’s in crisis, now that your own flesh and blood needs you, you can’t wait to wash your hands of us!”
“You buy a ticket and get yourself back here right now, do you hear me!”
I laughed softly. Said nothing.
She panicked.
When I refused to agree, she switched tactics—lowered herself, begging.
“Clara, I’m begging you. What I said just now, I didn’t mean it. Things are really difficult here now.”
“Everything that happened before—let’s just put it behind us, okay?”
“Adrian’s already dead. Your sister’s already like this. She’s been punished enough. Can’t we just turn the page?”
“When you were little, your sister was so good to you. Over one man, you two turned on each other—do you know how much the world laughed at us…”
“Mrs. Moretti.” I cut her off. “Do you have any idea how pathetic you sound right now?”
She went rigid.
“You’re right. Vivian’s already been punished. But you and Father—your punishment hasn’t even started yet. So now, it’s your turn.”
With that, I ignored the shrill cursing about to erupt on the other end and hung up.
Then I turned off my phone.
The world was finally quiet.
I let out a soft breath and looked up through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
A burnt-orange sunset spilled across the horizon, vast and magnificent.
All those toxic people and all that mess—finally, it’s over.
They would stay forever in that rotting place.
And I would keep walking toward a new chapter.