My Fiancé Married My Adopted Sister, Then Called ME the Mistress?! Chapter 01

My Fiancé Married My Adopted Sister, Then Called ME the Mistress?! Chapter 01

To liven up the mood at my wedding, my best friend suddenly suggested playing “Guess Who?”

Before I could react, she raised her microphone and shouted to the crowd, “There’s a mistress here! Guess who?”

Seven bridesmaids and groomsmen turned around and pointed at me in unison, “Shawna Chase!”

The guests gasped in shock.

My mother paled, freezing in her seat.

Clutching my bouquet, I instinctively looked at Idris Quinn.

The man who had been so excited to marry me the night before now looked at me coldly.

He held up a marriage certificate.

“Your mother was my father’s mistress and drove my mom to jump off a building.”

“Six months ago, I officially married your adopted sister, Andrea Chase. So now you’re the mistress too.”

“I want everyone to see what kind of trash you and your mother really are.”

My mother rushed forward to shield me. She barely got out “I was never his mistress” before her eyes rolled back and she collapsed.

Chaos erupted.

Then the wedding march began playing again over the speakers.

I carried my mother to the hospital alone, in tears.

The wedding video blew up online.

The hate got so bad that Mom and I ended up leaving town.

We met again five years later at Idris’s wedding anniversary party.

I was working as a temporary waitress to pay for my medical bills.

I tried to avoid him.

The second I turned around, he stepped into my path, locking his eyes onto mine.

“Where the hell have you been these past five years, Shawna?”

…

I never expected to see Idris in this city again.

He despised me as much as ever, but I stayed calm.

“Mr. Quinn, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. Where I go is none of your business.”

A dull pain flared in my stomach, leaving my voice weak.

Idris paused, scanning me with utter disdain.

“You say we’re nothing, yet you tracked my whereabouts and snuck in here as a waitress.”

I hadn’t looked into Idris once since leaving that wedding.

I had cancer.

I was waiting tables to scrape together treatment money.

But I wasn’t about to tell him any of that.

I took a step back.

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. If there’s nothing else, I need to get back to serving.”

I could make a hundred dollars serving dishes for the night, and I didn’t want to make a scene.

But Idris had no intention of letting me go.

A sarcastic smirk tugged at his lips.

“If you need money, Shawna, just say it. There’s no need to play the victim to get close to me.”

I looked up at him.

Only after entering the venue did I realize tonight was also his company’s IPO celebration.

Dressed in a tailored suit, he oozed wealth and power, giving him every reason to mock me.

I, on the other hand, wore a cheap uniform, my face pale and sickly.

I smiled faintly. “You’re overthinking it, Mr. Quinn.”

“I occasionally pick up shifts at this hotel. I had no idea you were tonight’s guest.”

I crossed my hands over my stomach, where my frayed cuffs were exposed.

Idris glanced at my worn clothes, his patience finally snapping.

“You used to make three grand a month at a tech giant. With your experience, you could find a decent job anywhere. Why are you waiting tables?”

“You found out Andrea was pregnant, and you came here to get revenge on me—to hurt her and the baby—didn’t you?”

“Let me make this clear: if anything happens to either of them, I will not let it go.”

His cold warning sent a sharp pang through my dead heart.

I was once pregnant with his child, too.

Right after I told him, he claimed he offended a client and needed thirty thousand dollars to settle it.

I gave him my twenty thousand dollars in savings and worked day and night to raise the rest.

I ended up miscarrying from sheer exhaustion.

Back then, Idris held me tightly. “Shawna, we’ll have other kids in the future.”

To comfort me, he planned our wedding right after the debt was cleared.

That wedding became my worst nightmare.

Only later did I learn he was the sole heir to the Quinn family and had only played poor to get close to me.

He didn’t want a child with me, yet he had to preserve his devoted image. So he fabricated that debt.

I looked at him, my voice raspy.

“Do you think any major firm would hire me after you framed me like that?”

Even the small firm I worked for now only hired me because the owner owed me a favor.

Idris froze for a second before letting out a cold sneer.

“You’ve no one to blame but your mother. She ruined a family, and this is what comes of it.”

I dug my nails into my palms, wanting to scream that my mother was innocent.

Before I could speak, someone shoved my shoulder hard.

Weak and unsteady, I crashed side-first into the wall, my head striking the hard surface.

An angry voice rang out.

“Did you just bump into my friend on purpose?”