He Told Me He Slept With Her, on Our Wedding Bed, in My Dress Chapter 01

He Told Me He Slept With Her, on Our Wedding Bed, in My Dress Chapter 01

The night before our wedding, Callum Mercer suddenly said, “I slept with Blaire.”

He pointed to our bed with the same casual indifference he’d use to check the time.

“Last night, she put on your wedding dress, sat right there, kissed me, and I lost control.”

I had been betrayed again.

I stood there without moving, in so much pain I could not force out a single sound. Callum, on the other hand, wore a look of smug satisfaction, lingering on the memory.

“Sienna Hale, I finally got why Gavin cheated,” he said. “Blaire really was more lovable than you.”

Gavin was my ex-husband. Blaire was my younger sister.

All my life, I had lived in her shadow.

My parents loved her more, my friends liked her more, and three years earlier, even my husband had chosen to cheat on me with her.

When I had hit rock bottom, when everything inside me had gone dark, it was Callum who had stayed by my side and given me a reason to keep living.

And now he had betrayed me for Blaire too.

……

I just stood there, something sharp lodged in my throat, like even breathing hurt. It took me a long time to find my voice.

“Why her?” I asked, trembling.

He knew exactly what Blaire had done to me.

He knew she was the reason I had spiraled into depression, and he had once held me in his arms and sworn he would never be charmed by someone who made a sport out of stealing my life.

So why had he cheated anyway?

When he saw my eyes turn red, Callum froze for half a second. Then he suddenly laughed, loud and bright and cruel.

“Blaire,” he said, “you win.”

I whipped my head around, startled, my eyes scanning the room. In the next second, he raised his phone and hit speaker.

On the line, Blaire’s voice came out sweet and playful. “Then tonight you’re spending your wedding night with me, right?”

The blood in my veins seemed to turn to ice.

I started shaking so hard I could barely stay upright, but Callum only smiled with a satisfaction that made my stomach churn.

“Your sister and I made a bet,” he said. “We wanted to see what you’d do when you found out.”

He tilted his head, watching me like I was some little social experiment.

“I said you’d get mad enough to slap me. She said that every time someone took something from you, all you ever did was stand there and ask why.”

He picked up the suit jacket beside him and headed for the door.

“I won tonight with her. She won the bet itself.”

Then he looked down at me and sighed, like I was a disappointing child who had failed a test everyone knew she would fail.

“You heard all that. If you’re too weak to fight back, don’t blame me.”

At the same time, Blaire’s smug laugh crackled through the speaker.

“Sienna, it’s been three years and you’re still just as pathetic as ever. But thanks for the referral. You’ve always had great taste in men. I think I’ll keep this one.”

Her laughter was so sharp it made my arms go numb.

In an instant, I was dragged three years back.

I had been at the OB-GYN that day when Gavin FaceTimed me out of the blue.

The moment I answered, the screen filled with him and Blaire in bed together.

I had frozen exactly the same way then.

I had stood there in shock and asked him with a shaking voice, “Why?”

Before Gavin could answer, I heard the doctor shout from beside me.

“She’s hemorrhaging! We’re losing the vitals! Get a gurney, now!”

But it had already been too late.

In less than a minute, I lost the three people who had mattered most to me.

The sister I had practically raised with my own hands, the husband I had only been married to for a month, and my first child.