At My Wedding The Ring Fit My Sister Chapter 03
The next day was supposed to be our civil registration at city hall.
Adrian called me over and over.
I didn’t pick up once.
Finally, Vivian called.
“Clara.”
Her voice was gentle, with a hint of playful reproach.
“Today’s the registration day—how can you throw a tantrum and not show up?”
“Did you have a fight with Adrian? Your big sister will scold him for you. Just be good and come over, okay?”
I listened to her voice in a daze.
She sounded nothing like the woman tangled up with Adrian on the phone that night.
I wished so badly it had all been a nightmare.
That I’d wake up and Vivian would still be the sister who loved me tenderly.
That Adrian would still be the man I trusted with everything.
But it wasn’t.
I leaned back against the hospital bed, my voice hoarse.
“I’m sick. I can’t make it.”
“Vivian, tell Adrian we’ll reschedule.”
I hung up.
Then I opened the surveillance footage that had been synced and uploaded from Adrian’s car system.
The image stabilized.
Adrian and Vivian, sitting in the car.
Vivian looked troubled.
“Adrian, what’s wrong with Clara? Everything was fine—why is she suddenly throwing a fit?”
“You don’t think she found out about us…”
“No way.”
Adrian leaned down and kissed her lips.
“She’s too stupid to figure anything out. And even if she did, she wouldn’t dare do a thing.”
His tone was absolute.
“Vivian, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Vivian was still uneasy.
“But if she won’t register, what do we do?”
“Then she doesn’t register.” Adrian sounded lazy, unbothered. “The wedding ceremony will go on as planned.”
Then he looked at Vivian with sudden seriousness.
“Vivian, let’s register. You and me.”
Vivian looked up blankly. “What did you say?”
Adrian pulled her into his arms.
“The ceremony goes to her.”
“The marriage certificate goes to you.”
“From now on, you’re my real wife.”
Off-camera, my breath stopped.
I’d already known they were dirty.
But watching with my own eyes as the man I once loved most—wearing that familiar face—said those words to another woman, and that woman was my own sister, my heart still shook with pain.
On screen, Vivian’s eyes slowly reddened.
She nodded instinctively, then immediately shook her head.
“No, we can’t. We’ve already wronged Clara so much. This would be too cruel to her.”
“And rejecting me isn’t cruel?” Adrian moved closer. “Vivian, are you choosing your sister over me?”
Vivian looked at him in anguish.
Finally, as if steeling herself, she nodded.
“Okay. Let’s register. Even if we have to annul it later, even if we divorce—I’ll accept it.”
She looked at him, tears in her eyes.
“Adrian, at least in this lifetime, we’ll have truly been husband and wife.”
They gazed at each other, kissed deeply, unable to let go.
Off-camera, tears poured down my face.
This was the sister I thought loved me most. The man I thought loved me most.
Blood ties, sworn promises—all of it a joke.
And I was the biggest joke of all.
I closed my eyes and let the doctors wheel me into the operating room.