I Caught My Sister In My Wedding Bed So I Burned The Marriage Down Chapter 02

I Caught My Sister In My Wedding Bed So I Burned The Marriage Down Chapter 02

Rhett stared at me, clearly thrown off.

“Briar… what are you talking about? What lies?”

He frowned and turned to Coris, his tone still gentle.

“Walk us through it. How did this turn into a misunderstanding?”

“If you crossed a line, then apologize,” he added. “And if Briar misunderstood, I’ll have her apologize too. Don’t worry.”

Coris lifted her gaze, soft and shimmering, about to speak, but I cut her off with a quiet, cold laugh.

I looked straight at the division chiefs.

“I’d really like to know what kind of training your medical staff receives,” I said.

“Since apparently it’s acceptable for them to joke about someone’s health and spread false claims.”

“If this was approved—by your unit or by Captain Calder—then go ahead and cancel this wedding.”

“I have no intention of marrying a man who doesn’t respect me.”

I pulled the bridal corsage from my dress and let it drop to the floor.

Then I turned and walked.

“Briar!”

Rhett caught up fast and grabbed my wrist, panic flashing in his eyes.

“I didn’t know she’d say something like that,” he said quickly. “She just… gets carried away sometimes. No boundaries. I’ll apologize for her.”

“But you can’t just call off a wedding like that,” he pressed.

“You know the command staff from both divisions are here. If you make a scene now—”

I almost laughed.

Rhett Calder—the youngest captain at North Ridge—was up for promotion this year.

A stable marriage and a supportive partner only strengthened his profile.

Even if he cared about Coris, he would never let her damage his image in front of his superiors.

In my last life, I loved him too much to push.

I swallowed everything just to keep things smooth for him.

But this time—

All I had left was resentment.

I turned back, my voice flat.

“We can still go through with the wedding,” I said.

“But I need to see accountability.”

My eyes locked onto Coris, my tone softening just enough to sound hurt.

“This is supposed to be a celebration,” I said.

“And she chose today of all days to say I’m sick. That’s not a joke—that’s a curse.”

“Even enemies don’t stoop that low.”

“What Coris Vane did crossed a line.”

I touched the mark still burning on my cheek, letting my voice shake slightly.

“She misled Marilyn and turned her against me. She almost ruined everything.”

“Am I not allowed to ask for an explanation?”

The women around us began to murmur in agreement.

Marilyn glanced at my face, guilt flickering through her expression.

She cleared her throat and spoke up.

“She’s right. This whole thing started because of Coris running her mouth.”

“She owes us an explanation.”

Only then did Rhett seem to notice the mark on my face. Something softened in his eyes—for a second.

But the moment I pushed for consequences, hesitation replaced it.

I didn’t even look at him.

I turned to the command staff instead.

They didn’t take long.

“Coris Vane will be demoted,” one of them said. “And assigned to one month of mandatory service duty.”

A small smile curved at the corner of my lips.

“That’s not enough,” I said. “She needs to apologize. Right here. In front of everyone.”

Coris’s eyes filled with tears.

Under the weight of every stare in the room, she bowed her head.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

Then she turned and ran, her shoulders shaking as the crowd’s whispers followed her out.

Rhett’s gaze lingered on her retreating figure.

His throat moved, like he wanted to say something.

Then he turned back to me.

“She’s not familiar with the base,” he said. “I should check on her. Make sure she’s okay.”

I let out a quiet scoff and said nothing.

I waited.

Waited until the reception wound down; until the timing lined up with what I remembered.

Then I stood up suddenly, putting on a look of surprise.

“Has anyone seen Rhett?” I called out.

“Did he drink too much? Can someone help me find him?”

I made sure to pull a few of the division chiefs along with me.

And I led them straight toward the on-base housing unit.

Coris had always loved one thing above all else—making me watch.

Watching her with my fiancé.

In my space. On my bed.

If nothing had changed, that’s exactly where they’d be now.

But this time I was the one in control. I was going to drag everything into the light. Let them fall apart in front of everyone.

The sounds came first.

Breathing. Movement.

I didn’t hesitate. I kicked the door open.

But inside was only Rhett.

He leaned back against the headboard, fully dressed, his expression unreadable.

The glass of drugged water I had expected him to drink lay shattered on the floor. Spilled. Untouched.

Coris was nowhere in sight.

For a moment, my mind went blank.

“…Everything looks fine,” one of the chiefs said behind me.

“We’ll give you two some privacy.”

They closed the door on their way out.

Silence settled in the room.

Then Rhett looked at me.

That same expression from my last life—cold, sharp, full of quiet disgust.

“Briar Hale,” he said slowly, “I didn’t expect you to make the same move again.”

“You still haven’t learned.”

His voice dropped.

“You were trying to set your own sister up. Send her to prison.”

“But not this time.”

His gaze hardened.

“As long as I’m here, no one touches Coris.”

“Not her. And not the child she’s carrying.”