I Called For Help In Cold Room But My Husband Called Me A Liar Chapter 06

I Called For Help In Cold Room But My Husband Called Me A Liar Chapter 06

Thomas walked into the bedroom. His wedding suit for the next day hung freshly pressed on the closet door.

Before washing up, he stood before the mirror, fussing with his collar like a nervous teenage boy, equal parts

giddy and anxious.

I’d seen that exact look on his face countless times before: the day he confessed his love to me, the day he

proposed after making detective, the day we said our vows. But never once had I watched him wear that

expression for anyone other than me-until now.

The next morning, Thomas and his groomsmen drove to the Shawn family estate.

Nolan answered the door to greet them, eyes glistening with fake sorrow as he placed Sasha’s hand into

Thomas’s.

“Thomas, she’s my only sister left. If you ever hurt her, I won’t hold back.”

Thomas spoke in a steady, solemn vow. “You have my word. I’ll never let Sasha shed a single tear for as long

as I live.”

He pulled the wrapped bracelet from his suit pocket and slid it gently onto Sasha’s wrist.

Nolan froze the second he spotted the bracelet, pulling Thomas aside by the arm to mutter low enough for

only them to hear.

“Any sign of Cecilia yet? She called me yesterday, rambling about being trapped in a freezer, lying about a

killer chasing her.”

Disgust coated every word he spoke. “A vicious girl like her-if Dallas really killed her, it’s justice served.”

I stayed silent. I’d endured that exact brand of slander hundreds of times over these three years. What hurt

most was that Thomas-the man who’d once fought anyone who spoke ill of me-said nothing to defend me.

Sasha walked over, lifting her wedding dress skirt as she approached. Nolan’s scowl melted instantly into a

fond smile as he fixed her rumpled veil.

I stared at her lavish, custom wedding gown, memories flooding back in a brutal wave.

The night before our wedding, the wedding dress Mom had left me vanished without a trace. I’d cried

frantically searching for it, only for Nolan to lean against my bedroom door and toss a faded, yellowed old

gown onto my bed.

“Sasha fell in love with that dress, so I gave it to her. Don’t be petty about it-you’re the older sister.”

I clutched the shabby secondhand dress, stubborn and furious.

“That gown was Mom’s gift to me. Sasha’s father’s illegitimate daughter doesn’t deserve it.”

My defiance enraged Nolan. He locked me in my bedroom overnight, and it wasn’t until the next morning that

Thomas kicked the door down to rescue me.

I’d walked down our aisle drowning in an ill-fitting, ancient dress, and Nolan hadn’t bothered showing up at

all.

The groomsmen and wedding guests ushered them outside to hurry the ceremony along. Thomas helped

Sasha into the wedding car with infinite tenderness, and I floated behind them both as we drove to the venue.