My Fiancé Married My Adopted Sister, Then Called ME the Mistress?! Chapter 03

My Fiancé Married My Adopted Sister, Then Called ME the Mistress?! Chapter 03

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Gemma sneered.

“Every checkup in college showed she was so healthy she wasn’t even anemic. How could she have cancer?”

“Even if she actually had it, she would’ve run straight to you long ago. Why wait until now?”

Tears spilled from Andrea’s eyes as her voice broke.

“Shawna, are you faking an illness just to take Idris from me?”

“I’m already pregnant with his child. Can you at least wait until the baby is born?”

Andrea had always played the fragile act as a kid to get Mom’s attention, and I’d fallen for it too.

She’d only gotten better at it over the years.

At her words, Idris’s face darkened instantly.

“Andrea, I told you you’re the only one I’ll ever want.”

He looked at me, his eyes overflowing with disgust.

“If I hadn’t been trying to avenge my mother back then, I never would’ve come near you.”

“Faking a medical report now… are you trying to force Andrea out?”

He gripped the report so tightly it crumpled in his hand, his glare pinned on me.

“Not saying anything, Shawna? Did I hit a nerve?”

Looking at him, I felt nothing but exhaustion.

“Think whatever you want. I never planned on having anything to do with you again.”

The moment I finished speaking, Idris ripped the diagnostic report to shreds, his voice icy.

“Get out!”

Swallowing the bitterness and humiliation, I walked away.

Back in my apartment, I held my mother’s urn.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer and broke down, weeping aloud.

I didn’t step outside the entire weekend.

When I arrived at work on Monday morning, Thelma Locke, the HR manager, informed me that the project I had managed was reassigned to someone else.

I froze, my blood running cold. “Why?”

The deal was already closed, just waiting on the signatures.

My boss had promised me that once the contract was signed, I would receive an advance bonus of a hundred thousand dollars.

With that money, I could pay for my surgery.

I could also rent a modest plot in a cemetery to let my mother finally rest in peace.

Seeing how pale I was, Thelma hurried to explain.

“The company was just acquired in an emergency buy-out. The new owner specifically assigned your project to the vice president.”

“The new owner and the VP are both here. You can ask them yourself.”

I followed her gaze.

Idris and Andrea were walking toward me.

My throat tightened and my fingers curled against my palms.

Idris’s hatred ran so deep that even after I’d put distance between us, he still had to make sure I had nowhere left to turn.

Once he stopped in front of me, I spoke in a raspy voice, “Why give my project to Andrea?”

My nose burned, and I fought desperately to hold back the tears.

Without the bonus, I had no idea how I could make a hundred thousand dollars in a short time.

Idris locked eyes with me, stunned for a beat, then let out a faint laugh.

“You’ve got this wrong, Ms. Chase.”

“Signed or not, the project belongs to the company, not to you.”

Andrea stepped up, her expression torn as she looked at me.

“Shawna, I’m pregnant and shouldn’t be taking over your project.”

“But the video of you being a mistress five years ago went viral. If a client ever found out, it would only hurt the company’s reputation.”

Her voice was pitched just loud enough to carry to the colleagues nearby.

The two colleagues who usually competed with me gasped out loud.

“No wonder Shawna looked so familiar. She’s the girl from that wedding video!”

“Sleeping with a married man and then forcing him to marry her—shameless.”

The other colleague added in shock, “I remember now! Someone like her should be fired. Taking away her project is letting her off easy.”

Disdainful glares landed heavily on me, feeling like a slap across the room.

The scene mirrored the wedding from years ago.

The overwhelming humiliation, paired with the burning pain in my stomach, made tears well up in my eyes.

Idris cast a soft glance at Andrea before turning a mocking look toward me.

“Ms. Chase, at least your colleagues know what’s right.”

“Are you gonna quit on your own, or do we have to fire you?”

Hearing this, Thelma panicked.

“Mr. Quinn, Shawna can’t lose this job. She relies on this income to cover…”

“I quit!”