On Our Wedding Night, She Told Me My Husband Will Betray Chapter 02

On Our Wedding Night, She Told Me My Husband Will Betray Chapter 02

I drank and said nothing.

The ghost spoke up again, and I looked over. Ethan was back at Lily’s side.

He poured me another whiskey, maybe trying to smooth things over.

“He is the worst kind of man. Ellie, your parents — I died because of him. It was horrific.”

As she said it, she reached up and pulled off her own head. Blood spread across her face.

It really was horrible.

Something inside me twisted at the sight of her.

Like we’d once been close. Closer than I could explain.

I was about to say something when a sharp cramp hit my lower stomach.

I was on my period, and I’d just drunk a full glass of whiskey, straight up with ice.

The old Ethan used to watch the calendar more carefully than I did during these days.

I barely made it halfway up before my legs gave and I sank back down. I looked for Ethan.

He was letting Lily pour him a drink.

“You’re not sitting next to me, so you’re gonna throw a fit now?”

He looked at me like I was an inconvenience. Like I wasn’t doubled over right in front of him.

The ghost yelled:”Ethan Shaw, you absolute idiot! Can’t you see she’s in pain? Get her to a hospital!”

She leaned in, concerned. “Ellie, are you okay?”

“Cramps,” I managed, through my teeth.

A glass hit the table. The sound finally got his attention.

He crossed the room fast, lifted me up, and carried me out.

Before my eyes closed, I saw the ghost scrambling after us in a panic.

She cared. I could see that.

And I could also see, with total clarity, that Ethan didn’t.

In the haze before I passed out, I slipped back three years.

We were grabbed on a road trip together. Kidnapped.

They locked us in a room with one window. He got us out, held me tight the whole time, and when they came at us, he took a knife meant for me.

Just below his ribcage. An inch to the left and he’d have been gone.

Even unconscious, his hand wouldn’t let go of my wrist.

Before I could hold onto that memory, the ghost was there.

She peeled his fingers off me, one by one.

“Wake up! Don’t you get it — if it weren’t for him, you never would’ve been taken in the first place!”

“Let me show you what’s coming.”

She grabbed my wrist and yanked.

Everything went black. Then: a hospital corridor. An OR.

Ethan stood outside. The ghost pulled me through the wall.

The woman on the table was me.

“Kidney’s out. Get it to Miss Baxter’s room stat.”

“Leave Miss Bennett’s incision to the residents.”