At My Wedding The Ring Fit My Sister Chapter 02
I crumpled to the ground, tears streaming down my face.
“Why…”
I forced my head up.
“Why would you do this to me? Adrian, I’m not the kind of person who clings where she’s not wanted.”
“If you absolutely have to be with Vivian, I can accept that. I can break up with you, we cancel the wedding, and you go marry her.”
“Why hide it from me? Why did everyone conspire to deceive me?”
“You’re with her! So why are you still marrying me?”
I screamed in desperation, my heart splitting open.
Adrian looked down at me. After a long moment, he scoffed.
“Why else? You think it’s because I love you?”
He bent down, wiped the tears from my chin with his thumb, and clicked his tongue in distaste.
“Clara, Vivian is your own sister. She’s been through a divorce, she has a child—her life is hard enough already. I don’t want her subjected to any more gossip.”
“If I cancel the wedding with you and turn around to be with your sister, how do you think the Moretti family would look at her? How would the Five Families look at her?”
“So.”
He gripped my shoulders, his voice gentle to the point of cruelty.
“Clara, I can’t bear to hurt her. So the only one I can hurt is you.”
I stared at him, chilled to the bone.
“You’re saying you want to use our marriage as a front while you keep seeing my sister?”
“Clever girl.”
He tapped my nose like he was indulging a child.
“So you’ll cooperate, won’t you?”
I smacked his hand away, furious. “Adrian, what makes you think I’ll cooperate? What makes you think I’ll just sit here and let you all manipulate me?”
“You will.”
He smiled, pulling a medical report from his pocket and placing it in front of me.
“Last week’s checkup—results are in. You’re pregnant.”
I went rigid.
Adrian watched me like prey caught in a trap.
“Clara, this is our child. Our first child.”
“You conceived when you were happiest, when you loved me the most and couldn’t wait to be married. You wouldn’t want him born without a father, would you?”
“Besides, you love me so much. We’ve been together ten years. You gave me all of your youth. Can you really bear to cancel this wedding?”
“And even if you did—who would want a pregnant woman?”
I picked up the pregnancy report. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold it.
Tears kept spilling, blurring everything.
Then I laughed. Tears splashed onto the paper.
“Adrian, you really are ruthless.”
He laughed too.
He reached out and ruffled my hair—tender and cruel in equal measure.
“Good girl, Clara. You have no choice.” He leaned down, his tone turning cold. “And remember—don’t tell Vivian you know. I don’t want her carrying any guilt. Understood?”
I watched the way he protected her, as if I were seeing this man clearly for the first time.
Adrian straightened up without hesitation and stepped right past me.
I rushed into the bathroom. Violent nausea surged from my stomach.
I couldn’t tell anymore whether it was my stomach burning, or my heart.
I knelt on the cold tile floor, trembling.
Finally, mechanically, I took out my phone and pressed stop on the recording.
Every word of that conversation had been saved.
Then I booked the earliest available appointment for an abortion.
Adrian was wrong.
I did have a choice.
As long as I was colder than him. More willing to burn it all down.