I Caught My Sister In My Wedding Bed So I Burned The Marriage Down Chapter 04

I Caught My Sister In My Wedding Bed So I Burned The Marriage Down Chapter 04

Chairs scraped loudly against the floor as people jumped to their feet.

“The housing unit’s on fire!” someone shouted. “The bride’s still inside—get help, now!”

Rhett’s chest tightened without warning.

Something felt off—wrong in a way he couldn’t explain.

He shoved his chair back so hard it toppled, then bolted toward the housing block.

“Briar!” he shouted. “She’s still inside!”

Flames were already climbing high by the time everyone reached the scene.

Coris hesitated for a split second, unease flashing across her face, but quickly forced a smile.

“Rhett, it’s probably nothing—”

He shoved her aside without even looking at her.

By the time they got close, I was already crawling out of the burning unit.

My clothes were torn. My skin was scorched. Smoke burned through my throat with every breath.

I forced myself upright.

Then I screamed.

“Command staff—listen to me!”

“I’m filing a formal report! My husband—Rhett Calder—has been sleeping with his medic!”

“He let violent offenders into my home!”

“They were sent to assault me—to kill me!”

“Briar Hale, what the hell are you saying?!”

Rhett’s voice cracked through the chaos.

He stepped forward, pulling Coris protectively behind him as she swayed weakly, eyes red with tears.

“You’ve always been jealous—that’s one thing,” he snapped. “But you don’t get to accuse my medic of something like this.”

“Coris has treated me in the field. She’s saved my life more than once,” he went on, voice hard.

“And this is how you repay her?”

He turned to the division chiefs, his expression tight with controlled frustration.

“I won’t hide it,” he said. “My wife has a history of instability.”

“She fixates on the idea that I’m unfaithful.”

He exhaled slowly.

“I’m sorry for the damage this has caused to Coris Vane. I’ll take responsibility.”

“I’ll file a formal disciplinary report myself,” he continued. “I’ll address it publicly. She will apologize.”

Coris clutched his sleeve, her voice trembling.

“As long as you believe me… that’s enough…”

Around us, the murmurs shifted. Disapproval. Judgment.

“I didn’t expect this from her.”

“On her wedding day, no less.”

“Rhett really got unlucky.”

I let out a quiet, humorless laugh.

Then I looked straight at him.

“You’re so confident I’m lying?” I said. “Then let your medic go through a proper exam.”

My gaze dropped deliberately.

“Or better yet—have someone here take a look.”

“She’s about four months along, isn’t she?”

Silence hit like a wall.

Every pair of eyes shifted toward Coris—toward the loose fabric of her clothes.

She froze.

Then panic flooded her face.

“You’re making things up!” she cried. “You’re trying to humiliate me in front of everyone!”

Her voice broke.

“You want me to expose myself just to prove I’m innocent? You’re trying to ruin me!”

“If that’s what it takes…” she whispered.

Then suddenly—she turned and ran.

“Coris!”

Rhett lunged after her and caught her just as she stumbled.

She collapsed against him, her face pale, her body going limp in his arms.

His expression snapped. Cold and decisive.

He turned toward the command staff.

“This has gone far enough,” he said. “I’m requesting a psychiatric hold on my wife.”

“I’ve been informed that electroconvulsive therapy can stabilize severe cases.”

“I’m formally requesting treatment authorization.”

The words hit like ice.

I stared at him.

“You can’t be serious,” I said. “Everything I said is true!”

“If you don’t believe me, check your holding facility,” I pressed. “The offenders your unit brought in a few days ago—are they still there?”

My voice sharpened.

“The only person with the authority to release them is him.”

For a moment, the division chiefs hesitated.

One of them reached for a comm device.

Rhett cut in sharply.

“Enough.”

His tone dropped, steady and absolute.

“I’m putting my career on the line,” he said. “Everything she said is false.”

“There was no release. No assault. Nothing.”

“If I’m wrong,” he added, “I’ll accept full responsibility. I’ll step down.”

Silence stretched.

Then the chiefs exchanged a glance.

When they looked back at me, their decision was already made.

“Ms. Hale,” one of them said, measured and calm, “You need treatment.”

“The sooner you begin, the better your chances of recovery.”

“No!”

I fought, screamed, twisted against the hands grabbing me.

But it didn’t matter.

Rhett’s officers forced me down and dragged me toward the transport vehicle.

The door slammed shut.

Through the window, I saw Coris curled against Rhett’s chest.

Then, just for a second, she looked up—and smiled.

Something burned deep inside me.

Rhett Calder… if you ever realize that the woman you staked your future on only ever saw you as a stepping stone—

would you still choose her?

—

After dropping Coris off at the county medical center, Rhett couldn’t settle. Something wasn’t right.

He tried to ignore it, but failed.

He thought about the facility. About what electroconvulsive therapy actually did.

Loss of control. Physical collapse. Long-term damage.

Even hardened criminals broke under it.

Briar wouldn’t last.

He pulled out his comm device, hesitating for a second.

Then the door burst open.

A dispatch operator stumbled in, face drained of color.

“Sir—there’s been a breach,” he said, voice shaking.

“Headquarters just confirmed—”

“The twelve high-risk detainees are gone.”

A beat.

“Someone let them out.”