He Told Me He Slept With Her, on Our Wedding Bed, in My Dress Chapter 03

He Told Me He Slept With Her, on Our Wedding Bed, in My Dress Chapter 03

A loud ringing filled my ears.

I shook my head so hard it hurt. “No. Callum, you can’t do this to me.”

Every inch of this house had been our shared project.

It was supposed to hold every hope I had for our future, not welcome the other woman through the front door, especially when that woman was my own sister, the same one who had betrayed me twice.

“How I treat you is up to me,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth. “You’re the one who pushed me to this, Sienna. Remember that.”

He gave me a light shove and went to open the door for Blaire.

I had already cried until there was nothing left in me, so that small push was enough to send me crashing to the floor.

I tried to get up, but my body would not listen.

Callum just leaned against the door and watched me without expression. “See that, Sienna?”

When I looked up at him, he let out a cold little laugh.

“Without me, you can’t even get back on your feet. If you really divorced me, where exactly would you go?”

Before I could answer, Blaire walked in.

“It’s been a while, Sienna,” she said with a bright smile. “Oh, and before I forget, happy wedding night.”

Her provocation pleased him. Callum dipped his head and kissed the corner of her mouth with an almost indulgent softness.

“You’re trouble,” he murmured.

I watched them flirt right in front of me, and my whole body started shaking.

When Callum noticed, something in his eyes flickered, almost like regret, and he started walking toward me.

But the closer he got, the worse I trembled.

The second he reached a hand toward me, I doubled over and threw up.

I saw him go still.

Then his voice came, low and dark. “Sienna, are you saying I disgust you?”

I did not have the strength to answer.

I was exhausted down to the bone, too drained even to hate him properly.

But my reaction had cut deeper than he expected.

He grabbed me by the collar with both hands and hauled me up, so furious he actually laughed.

“You brought this on yourself.”

“I was going to let it end after tonight. But now? Now I’m going to make you feel every ounce of what I felt.”

He let go of me so suddenly I nearly fell again, then crooked a finger at Blaire. “At the ceremony tomorrow, you’ll be the bride.”

Blaire’s eyes went wide with delight. “Then I want Sienna as my bridesmaid.”

“Fine,” he said, staring straight at me.

“She can be your bridesmaid. She can walk the rings down the aisle for us.”

Every word cut into me like a blade.

I wanted to refuse. I wanted to call them shameless, filthy, pathetic.

But when I opened my mouth, tears came before the words did.

Callum’s smile twisted. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Good. When you married someone else three years ago, this was exactly how I felt.”

I stared at his face, at the hatred that had warped it into something ugly, and all at once I understood.

He had never wanted fairness.

He only wanted me to hurt the way he had hurt.

The more pain I showed him, the more satisfied he became.

So I pressed a hand to my numb, aching chest and forced the corners of my mouth up. “No,” I said.

“I’m not hurt, Callum. I’m disgusted.”

That was the one thing that finally set him off.

He shoved Blaire aside and grabbed me, dragging me toward the stairs.

I fought him with everything I had left, but I was no match for his strength.

When we passed the primary bedroom, he hesitated for half a second.

Then he kicked open the door to the room next to it and threw me inside.

As the door started to swing shut, I lunged for it. “Let me out—”

I was too late.

From the other side, Callum’s voice came cold and flat. “You think this is disgusting? Just wait. Tonightis going to be a long one.”

Then he said, “Blaire, upstairs.”

I froze where I stood, a chill sweeping through me from head to toe.