The Bride He Was Warned Not to Marry Chapter 03
Sarah’s face twitched.
Memories from six years ago flooded back, cold as ice water.
Freshman year, a group of guys cornered Sarah and me in an alley.
When we fought back, their leader swung a sharp object toward Sarah.
I stepped in front instinctively and got injured, dampening her top with bodily fluid.
The doctor said the damage was severe, I would never be able to have children.
I had never regretted a choice more than I did in that moment.
Sarah clenched her teeth. Large tears streamed down her face.
“I haven’t forgotten.”
William saw how upset she was, then quickly turned to me and changed the subject. “Sweetheart. If you can’t have kids, then you can’t. Isn’t it better, just the two of us?”
A moment later, the future William’s voice came through again.
“What’s wrong with Emily? So she can’t have kids. It’s not the end of the world. Why bring it up again just to make Sarah cry?”
“Sarah has already put up with so much out of guilt. What more does she want?”
The resentment I heard in his future voice clashed with the loving look on his face in front of me.
The scar from a year ago was still on his arm.
That scar had made me let him in.
And now, that same hand had touched Sarah’s body, held her close again and again, and whispered in her ear.
My fingers started shaking uncontrollably.
Dirty. All of it was too dirty.
I pushed William away and pulled back from his embrace.
“I’m tired. I want to rest.”
William nodded and lowered my bed for me. “I’ll come back later.”
Sarah hesitated, then followed him out.
After they left, I asked a friend to check Sarah’s medical records.
Within ten minutes, the files came through.
Seven weeks pregnant, less than two months.
That meant it happened right around the anniversary of my parents’ death.
While I was grieving and heartbroken over losing them, they were hooking up behind my back.
The grief and rage nearly drowned me.
But I couldn’t turn into the crazy woman William talked about, it wasn’t worth it.
I saved copies of everything.
When William came to see me that night, he brought my favorite dumpling soup from Tony’s Diner.
But the moment he got close, I smelled Sarah’s signature perfume.
I took a bite of a dumpling and gagged before I could swallow.
I started coughing hard.
William’s face tightened as he rubbed my back. “What’s wrong? Slow down. Nobody’s going to steal it from you.”
“William, you got mushroom and Swiss. I wanted lobster bisque.”
His expression shifted the second I said it.
He had always known I was allergic to mushrooms, for two years, he’d never messed it up.
“The diner must have mixed up the orders. I’m so sorry, Emily. I’ll have someone bring you another one.”
His face showed regret and apology.
But in my ears, another voice cut in.
“Mushroom and Swiss is Sarah’s favorite. You mixed up the two orders.”
“Sarah has been distracted ever since she left the hospital. She won’t eat anything.”
“Go get her the soup she likes. She’s pregnant. She can’t go hungry!”
As soon as the voice stopped, William jumped up from his chair.
He hurried toward the door. “Emily, I’ll go get you a new order myself. I don’t trust anyone else to get it right.”
Before I could say anything, he was gone.
The soup in my hand was still steaming.
I wiped my tears hard and forced a smile.
William, Sarah. Since you don’t have a conscience, don’t blame me for what comes next.
