My Pregnancy Record Proved I Cheated? Then Why Did My Sister Panic? Chapter 01
The ceremony had reached the ring exchange, and every light in the ballroom was trained on the front of the room.
The officiant had just handed the microphone to the groom when my younger sister suddenly rose from her seat.
“Wait!”
Her voice shook, and her eyes were already red.
“Vivian, I’m your own sister. Even if you hate me for the rest of your life, I have to say this.”
“I can’t stand by and watch you lie to Nathan like this!”
A shocked murmur swept through the ballroom.
She marched to the front, pulled a folded sheet of paper from her purse, and slammed it onto the table beside the champagne tower.
“This is my sister’s pregnancy confirmation record from the local women’s hospital. It says she was four weeks pregnant.”
“Nathan, do the math. You were out of town on business last month. Does that timeline add up?”
The ballroom erupted into chaos.
In my first life, before I could even explain, the whole thing was posted online and I was ripped apart across social media.
The wedding was called off. My family abandoned me because they thought I had disgraced them, and in the end, I overdosed on pills in my apartment and killed myself.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my wedding.
More than three hundred people were staring at me.
I glanced down at the pregnancy record, then looked up and smiled.
Calmly, I took the microphone. My voice was steady.
“Yes. The record is real.”
…
“Yes. The record is real.”
I had barely finished speaking when Nathan Holloway’s mother grabbed a glass of red wine from a nearby table and hurled it at the floor by my feet.
The glass shattered, sending shards skittering everywhere.
“Have you no shame!”
Her shriek was piercing, the sound reverberating through the ballroom.
“I told Nathan from the start he had no business marrying a woman from a family like yours!”
She seized Nathan by the arm and dragged him toward the exit.
Nathan stumbled a step, still clutching the pregnancy record. He looked at neither me nor his mother, just stood there crumpling the paper in his fist.
Mom rushed over from the family table, her heels crunching across the broken glass.
She grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into my skin. When she spoke, her voice was low and trembling.
“Vivian, tell me the truth. Tell me the truth!”
Chloe Miller stood beside the champagne tower, sobbing so hard her shoulders shook. Tears had soaked a wide patch across the front of her bridesmaid dress.
“I tried to talk her out of it. I tried so many times, but she just wouldn’t listen.”
One of my aunts leaned closer and asked what had happened.
Chloe lifted her head, her eyes raw and red, her voice thick with tears.
“Last month, I went to the hospital with Vivian. She was there to see the OB/GYN.”
“She kept telling me to mind my own business.”
“She said if she got pregnant by another man, Nathan would never know as long as she kept quiet.”
“I should’ve said something right then.”
She covered her mouth, tears spilling through her fingers.
“I was a coward. If I’d spoken up sooner, none of this would be happening today.”
One of my aunts let out a shocked gasp. Whispers rippled through the guests.
I pulled my wrist free from Mom’s grip and took two steps forward.
“Vivian, don’t look at me like that,” Chloe said, her voice shaking. “I’m scared of you.”
“What are you scared of?” I stared at her. “Say it.”
“I’m scared you’ll hit me again.”
She shrank into herself like a frightened animal.
A startled sound came from somewhere among the guests.
My knuckles went white with anger, but I forced a smile.
“When have I ever hit you?”
Her reply came in a small, helpless voice.
“Forget it. Things have already gone far enough today. Let’s not get into all that now.”
“Forget it? Tell me when I ever—”
“You always do this!”
She cut me off with a shout, her voice cracking.
“Every time you think you’re about to look bad, you force me to take back what I said!”
“When we were kids, you stole Mom’s money and blamed me. I took the fall.”
“In high school, when Mom found out you’d gone out with a guy, you said I’d talked you into it. I took the blame for that too.”
“But this is different, Vivian! There’s a baby involved! You can’t make Nathan raise another man’s child!”
By the time she finished, all the strength seemed to have drained out of her. She sagged against another aunt, shaking uncontrollably.
Mom stepped back, staring at me as if she didn’t know me.
A chill swept through me, and my fingertips went numb.
Something inside me finally snapped. It wasn’t impulse—it was clarity.
I pulled my phone from my clutch, started recording, and held up the screen for everyone to see.
I raised the phone, my voice carrying over the noise.
“Since it’s come to this, let’s get the police involved and have the whole thing investigated.”
Chloe’s sobbing stopped for a beat.
“Vivian.”
She lifted her red-rimmed eyes to me.
“I was only trying to protect Nathan. Why drag the police into a family mess like this?”
“We’ve already made enough of a spectacle of ourselves today.”
I steadied the phone.
“Bringing in the police won’t make it any worse.”
Chloe looked at me, tears still running down her face, but her voice had gone calm.
Nathan finally spoke.
He slapped the crumpled pregnancy record onto the table.
“The wedding is on hold.”
He looked at both sets of parents, then at me, and finally at Chloe.
“Both families are coming upstairs to a private room. Nobody leaves until we get this straight.”
With that, he headed out of the ballroom. The guests parted to let him through.
“Her own sister called her out. How could it be fake?”
“You think you know someone.”
I tightened my grip on my phone and sent a text to a number.