He Told Me He Slept With Her, on Our Wedding Bed, in My Dress Chapter 02

He Told Me He Slept With Her, on Our Wedding Bed, in My Dress Chapter 02

“Quit messing with Sienna,” Callum said into the phone, his voice soft with amusement.

“If you push her too far and she starts crying, I’ll have to calm her down, and that’ll just cut into our wedding night.”

By the time my mind snapped back into focus, he had already hung up.

He offered me that same practiced, gentle look that used to make me feel safe, “Get some sleep. I’ll bring you breakfast in the morning.”

He was still wearing the custom-tailored suit I had picked out for him, still wearing the tie I had fixed around his neck with my own hands, smiling like nothing had happened.

Like he had not just ripped my life open in front of me.

I could not hold it in anymore. My eyes burned red as I stared at him and demanded, “Why are you doing this, Callum?”

“You swore you’d never betray me. Not ever.”

The second the words left my mouth, tears started falling in heavy drops. But instead of comforting me the way he always used to, he let out a mocking laugh.

“Sienna, if you’d chosen me first, I probably really would have cherished you for the rest of my life,” he said.

“But now? You were already damaged goods. Why the hell should I stay faithful to you?”

Then he crouched down in front of me.

Our eyes met, and the mask finally slipped, revealing a festering wound of insecurity and malice.

I only felt absurdly numb.

Back in college, he and Gavin had both chased after me. I chose Gavin.

After that, Callum dropped out and disappeared.

He did not come back into my life until Gavin cheated on me with Blaire, until my parents defended her, blamed me for my ‘failed marriage,’ and drove me to the edge of a bottle of pills.

That was when Callum reappeared.

He came back like a savior and slowly pieced my shattered world together with patient hands, promising he would never betray me.

He never once brought up the past, and I thought that meant he did not care.

So I asked the question that suddenly would not stop clawing its way out of me.

“If my past bothered you that much, then why marry me at all?”

Callum paused, then spread his hands with a troubled little shrug.

“I thought I didn’t care,” he said. “But once we were really together…”

He looked me over, and the expression in his eyes made my stomach twist.

“It felt like every inch of you already had someone else’s name carved into it.”

He did not stop there.

“The ghost of Gavin was everywhere in the questions of old professors, in your effortless wedding planning, and in that ‘divorced’ status on our marriage license”

His smile warped into something ugly.

“All of it kept reminding me that every first you had was with someone else. I was walking into my first marriage, and you were walking into your second. Tell me, Sienna, how was I supposed to just swallow that and be okay with it?”

My vision blurred with tears.

The cruelty was crystal clear Then he leaned closer, his voice dropping low.

“But I do love you.”

His hand came up and brushed my face with terrifying tenderness.

“So you were married to Gavin for a year. I figured I could indulge myself for a year too, then love you properly after that. Fair trade, right?”

Something warm touched my cheek. I blinked, and a tear dropped onto the back of his hand.

He jerked away from it like he had been burned.

“No,” I said, shaking so hard I could barely get the words out. “That isn’t fair.”

“If you couldn’t accept my past, then you should’ve stayed away from me. You didn’t get to call this love while betraying me with it.”

My voice cracked apart on his name. “Callum, I want a divorce.”

The scream tore out of me so violently it felt like my soul had split open with it. But instead of getting angry, Callum suddenly went cold.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, speaking one word at a time.

“We’re already married. You don’t get to decide what’s fair now.”

“A divorce? Don’t even think about it. If you can take this, then take it. If you can’t, then suffer through it.”

Then he smiled, picked up his phone, and dialed Blaire again.

“I changed my mind,” he said. “Come over now. We’ll do it at my place.”