My Pregnancy Record Proved I Cheated? Then Why Did My Sister Panic? Chapter 07

My Pregnancy Record Proved I Cheated? Then Why Did My Sister Panic? Chapter 07

I heard from the Holloways sooner than I 

expected. 

The doorbell rang early the next morning. 

Mrs. Holloway stood outside. 

Her hair was immaculate, but not even her 

foundation could hide the dark circles beneath her 

eyes. 

“Can I come in?” 

I stepped aside. 

She sat down on the couch with her back perfectly 

straight. 

“What happened was wrong. Our family owes you 

an apology.” 

“We’ll handle the situation with Chloe, and I’ve 

already had it out with Nathan.” 

“We can still talk about you and Nathan getting 

married.” 

“No.” 

She froze. 

“This isn’t about whether you’re willing to take me back. I’m the one who doesn’t want to marry him.” 

She rose, but her tone had lost some of its edge. 

“Think carefully.” 

“Nathan made a mistake, but he’s young. What man hasn’t made a mistake?” 

“He’ll change.” 

“You call that a mistake?” 

I walked to the door and opened it. 

“Mrs. Holloway, with all due respect, if I’d known. this was what your family considered acceptable, I never would have gotten involved with any of you 

in the first place.” 

She had no answer. 

“Mrs. Holloway, you were the one who told me a woman from a family like mine wasn’t good 

enough to marry into yours.” 

“Turns out I agree with you. I’m not good enough 

for the Holloways. You should go.” 

Her lips pressed into a thin line. 

She walked past me, the sharp click of her heels. 

stopping after two steps. 

“Vivian.” 

I didn’t answer. 

I simply gestured toward the elevator. 

She stood there for two seconds before leaving. 

The elevator doors opened, then closed. 

Nathan came that evening. 

Through the peephole, I watched him stand outside with one hand half–raised toward the 

doorbell. He lowered it, then lifted it again. 

The mark from his mother’s slap had darkened overnight into a deep bruise across the left side of 

his face. 

I opened the door. 

He didn’t come in. He stayed at the threshold with 

his head lowered. 

“I saw the investigation findings. They pulled the procedure paperwork too.” 

I said nothing. 

“Vivian, I never meant for any of this to happen.” 

“That night, Chloe was drunk. She kept calling me 

and crying.” 

“She said she was stranded outside a bar and had no way to get home. I only went to pick her up.” 

I gave him a flat look. 

“Sure. You picked her up and somehow ended up 

in bed with her.” 

His mouth opened, then closed. 

“After that night, she said we should pretend nothing ever happened.” 

“Then she came to me again. She said she’d always envied you. She said she didn’t want anything official. I couldn’t resist.” 

He pulled one hand from his pocket, then shoved 

it back in. 

“I went with her for the abortion. I told her once it 

was over, we were done. She agreed.” 

“When she pulled out that pregnancy record at the wedding, I was completely blindsided.” 

“I know I was a coward. I couldn’t even look up. 

But I swear I never meant to hurt you.” 

I looked at him. 

There it was again–that face. 

He had worn the same expression while people. 

were spreading lies about me. 

His brows were slightly drawn. His lips were 

pressed together. His eyes held that helpless. 

innocence that seemed to say he hated what was 

happening too, but there was nothing he could do. 

Back then, I had thought he was being pressured, 

caught in the middle with no real choice. 

Eventually, I understood. 

Nathan was never trapped. 

He simply made sure he was always standing in 

the safest possible place. 

When Chloe cried, he softened not because he felt 

sorry for her, but because he didn’t want anyone to 

think he was heartless. 

He signed the paperwork for her abortion not 

because he was taking responsibility, but because. 

a baby would have made his life more 

complicated. 

At the wedding, he stayed silent not because he 

was afraid to defy his mother, but because silence 

let everyone else make the decision for him. 

While the internet tore me apart, he kept his head 

down and somehow managed to look like another 

victim. 

From beginning to end, Nathan had never set out 

to hurt me. 

He had simply never once thought to protect me. 

Anger surged through me. 

“It’s not that you never meant to hurt me. You just 

never thought about anyone but yourself.” 

He lifted his head, his lips trembling. 

“You say you went to pick her up.” 

“You say you couldn’t resist. It wasn’t that you 

couldn’t. You didn’t want to.” 

“She threw herself at you, and you figured there 

was no reason to say no.” 

“Then afterward, all you had to say was, ‘She came onto me, and suddenly your hands were clean. 

How many times have you pulled that routine on me?” 

He took half a step back. 

“You call yourself a coward.” 

“Nathan, you’re not a coward.” 

“Cowards are afraid to act. You made a calculated 

choice.” 

“You were figuring out how to handle everything so you’d come out best.” 

I slapped him across the face. 

“Chloe got pregnant. You went with her for an 

abortion, signed the paperwork, and thought that 

closed the book.” 

“Then she pulled out the pregnancy record at our 

wedding and you stayed silent, because you knew 

I was the one getting torn apart, not you.” 

I couldn’t keep my voice down anymore. 

“People like you disgust me because you’re not 

obviously cruel.” 

“You cry. You apologize. You say you were wrong. 

But every choice you make is the one that protects 

you most.” 

“You sell yourself as the poor guy caught in the 

middle, when really, you’re the coldest person in 

the room.” 

“You let Chloe believe you loved her. You let me 

believe you would protect me. You let your mother 

believe some woman had taken advantage of 

you.” 

“You fooled everyone–including yourself.” 

His mouth hung open. 

His lips trembled, his eyes reddened, and tears. began to fall. 

But he didn’t say a word. 

Every excuse he had ever used on me had been 

stripped away. 

“The one favor you ever did me was staying silent 

at the wedding.” 

“If you’d defended me, I might still be stuck in this 

mess with you. So thanks.” 

He stepped forward and reached for my arm. 

I backed away. 

“Don’t touch me. Get the hell out.” 

I slammed the door so hard the frame shook. 

Through the peephole, I saw him standing outside 

with his hand still suspended in midair. 

I turned and leaned back against the door, 

breathing hard. My fingertips tingled, and my head 

was still buzzing. 

Men like Nathan were always safe from blame 

because no one ever called them scumbags. 

He was just quiet. 

He was just passive. 

He just couldn’t resist. 

He was just caught in the middle. 

He wrapped himself in the image of a good man, 

but there was nothing inside. Anyone who got 

close to him ended up drained dry and couldn’t even point to where he had hurt them. 

I closed my eyes and slowly let out a long breath. 

This time, he was the one left outside my door 

crying.