My Fiancé Betrayed The Wrong Mafia Heiress Chapter 01
He Never Loved Me
Three days before my wedding, I call my fiancé while pretending to be my eighteen-year-old self, only to hear him having sex with my older sister.
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“What is our life like at twenty-seven?” I ask with a smile. “Do we get married? Are we happy?”
Silence stretches across the line.
Then Ethan answers, his voice low and rough.
“So you’re eighteen right now?”
He pauses.
“If I could go back nine years, I’d tell you not to wait for me.”
My smile freezes.
“Why?”
“Because I never loved you.”
He says it so calmly, as if he is talking about someone else’s life.
“I marry you because you’re obedient, you have the right image, and you look right beside me. Don’t mistake any of that for love.”
A chill runs through me.
The sapphire pendant in my palm suddenly feels unbearably heavy.
It is the first gift I had made for the baby growing inside me.
There’s a line engraved on the back: For the miracle we made together.
I planned to tell Ethan about the pregnancy before the call ended. I have kept the secret for a week because I want this moment to be special.
But he mentions it first.
“Besides, you’re pregnant now,” he says with a quiet laugh. “That baby was conceived when you thought we were happiest. You won’t leave me. You have nowhere else to go.”
I stop breathing.
He already knows.
The news I have protected so carefully, the surprise I could not bear to reveal through an ordinary text, is nothing but a lock to him.
Then a woman’s muffled voice comes through the phone.
“How much longer are you going to talk to her?”
I did not recognize her at first.
Ethan laughs softly.
“Getting impatient?”
She lets out a soft, breathless sound.
A second later, I hear hurried breathing and the wet sound of a kiss. The mattress creaks beneath them. They do not hang up. They kiss as if knowing I am still listening only makes their betrayal more exciting.
My hand starts shaking.
All the color drains from my face, but my eyes burn.
For nine years, I have imagined our wedding. Our children. Growing old together.
None of that future was ever mine.
The pendant slips from my fingers and strikes the marble floor.
Cold light flashes across the sapphire like a tear that will never fall.
I hang up and immediately call my mother.
“Mom, there’s a woman with Ethan.”
She does not sound surprised.
She only sighs.
“Serena, now that you’ve heard it for yourself, stop acting like this is a surprise.”
My heart drops.
“What does that mean?”
“Ethan and Vanessa have been in love for five years.”
She says it like I’m the one who did something wrong.
“You refused to call off the engagement, so they had no choice but to hide their feelings.”
My throat tightens.
Vanessa.
My sister.
The woman in Ethan’s bed is Vanessa.
“Vanessa has already lost so much,” my mother continues. “The least you can do is go through with the wedding and stop making things harder for them.”
I grip my phone so tightly that my fingers ache.
“You knew?”
“All of us knew.”
For one foolish second, I wait for her to apologize.
Instead, her voice turns cold.
“Marrying Ethan is already more than you deserve. He was never really yours, Serena. Don’t be greedy.”
The first tear finally falls.