His Adopted Sister

The first time my fiancé’s adopted sister threw a tantrum over her separation anxiety and ruined our engagement party, I laid down the law.
I told him if we weren't married by my twenty-eighth birthday, he would have to choose between her and me.
But he was so sure of himself. He knew my dying mother’s last wish was to see me happy, and he was convinced that meant marrying him, her long-time love.
So, at our ninth attempt at an engagement party, just before my twenty-seventh birthday, when his sister locked me in a bathroom, put on the wedding dress my mother had made for me, and took my place at the altar, he told me to just endure it a little longer.
I watched her in my dress, a placid smile on my face. "She looks quite pretty."
My fiancé, Evan, let out a sigh of relief and reached for my hand. "Don't worry, I promise I won't let her cause any more trouble next time. Just be patient."
I smoothly sidestepped his touch. "There won't be a next time. What I mean is, you two make a perfect pair."
Sorry, but you're not the only one who can make me happy.

1
Smack.
A searing pain bloomed on my cheek.
"What on earth are you saying?" Evan’s mother shrieked, her face contorted with rage. "Anyone would think we’re some kind of dysfunctional, incestuous family! Your sister is just having an anxiety attack! She needs her brother’s comfort. It’s just a dress. As her future sister-in-law, you should be more understanding, not spreading vicious rumors that will ruin her reputation!"
She shot Evan a look of pure disappointment. "I told you she has no grace. Why would you marry a woman like this? She’ll bring nothing but misery to your sister and me!"
Evan’s brow furrowed, his eyes filled with a familiar weariness as he looked at me. He sighed.
"Chloe, I just praised you for being so understanding. Why can't you just let it go?" he said, his voice laced with frustration. "It's just a dress. She wore it. She walked out in it. So what? We’re the ones getting the marriage license. Does it really matter who stood up there for a silly engagement party? Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"
He softened his tone. "Just apologize to my mom and Maya. I'll be more careful next time."
I swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth. I had heard this same speech nine times now. I was so, so tired.
"No," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "I already told you. This wedding is off."
The air grew heavy. All three of them stared at me, their faces grim. Evan looked at me as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
Before he could speak, Maya clutched at the skirt of my dress, her voice trembling. "Brother, did I do something wrong? I was just scared… Scared that after you get married, you won't be close to me anymore. I just wanted a memento. I didn't mean to ruin your engagement."
I watched their performance, my face a mask of indifference. "You don't need a memento. If you want him that badly, you can have him."
His mother lunged at me again, her hand raised, but I was ready this time. I stepped back, and her swing met empty air, sending her stumbling and clutching at her lower back. Her eyes burned with hatred.
Evan’s face was a canvas of disappointment. "I've told you before, Maya developed this anxiety after she was trapped in an empty room trying to save me. She can’t be away from me. Why do you always have to be so difficult about it?" he said, his voice laced with accusation. "If you don't want to get married, then we'll wait. It's not like I'm the one in a hurry."
His words hit me like a physical blow. I froze.
He knew. He knew I was rushing to get married before my twenty-eighth birthday to fulfill my mother's dying wish. And at some point, he had started using that knowledge as a weapon, a tool to force me into submission, to make me apologize, to make me yield.
I took a deep breath, turned my back on them, and walked away without another word.
At the hospital, I watched my mother through the glass panel of her room. She was so thin, a fragile skeleton of the woman she once was. A nurse was helping her walk, her movements slow and pained.
"You're putting yourself through so much, practicing walking like this," the nurse said gently. "All so you can walk your daughter down the aisle. But it's so hard on your body."
My mother smiled through the pain. "It's not hard… I promised her father I would remember her happiest moment, so I could tell him all about it when I see him again. I've waited for this for so many years. What's a little more pain?"
I shrank into a corner of the hallway, tears streaming down my face, my body wracked with silent sobs.
Years ago, when my parents were working abroad, they were caught in a mass shooting. They were both hit while shielding an important political figure. My father was killed instantly. My mother was hit with a shotgun blast. She survived, but of the six pellets lodged in her body, only four could be removed. The other two were in locations too dangerous to operate on. Removing them would be a death sentence.
As the years passed, the pellets shifted, burrowing deeper, causing her unimaginable, constant pain. She had held on for me, for so long, and I couldn't even give her this one thing, this one piece of peace. I was useless. I couldn't even fulfill such a simple wish.
I wiped my tears and put on a smile before entering her room. The nurse left us alone. My mother's weary eyes lit up when she saw me.
"How did it go today?" she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper.
Looking into her hopeful eyes, I swallowed the lump in my throat. "It went perfectly. Everything's on track. We should be married by next month."
She let out a breath she seemed to have been holding. But just as the tension left her body, two unwelcome voices echoed from the hallway.
Maya stood in the doorway, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Auntie, I am so, so sorry. It was my fault. My anxiety flared up again, and that's why Chloe and my brother's engagement didn't go smoothly."
Then her eyes met mine, and her tone shifted, becoming sickly sweet. "Sister, I know you don't want to disappoint Auntie, but you can't use her health to force my brother's hand. Nothing's been decided about the wedding yet. My mother is so upset with you she can't even get out of bed."
She turned back to my mother, her expression a perfect picture of innocence. "But don't you worry, Auntie. We'll have it all sorted out before the end of the year. I'll take my medication, and I promise I won't cause any more trouble. Just be patient. You'll see them get married soon."
Her words were sweet, but her expression was pure mockery.
In an instant, the smile on my mother's face froze. Her breathing became ragged and shallow. Her eyes, wide and red-rimmed, fixed on me.
"Is it true?" she whispered.
I glared at them, my voice shaking with fury. "Who let you in here? Didn't you hear what I said? I am not marrying him! Are you incapable of understanding simple words?"
My mother started to tremble, gasping for air. The monitor beside her bed blared to life, a symphony of alarms signaling her distress.
I screamed for a doctor.
As the medical team rushed in, my legs gave out from under me. I could only watch, helpless.
Maya started to sob hysterically. "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I just wanted to explain, to tell you not to be so impulsive. It's all my fault Auntie is like this."
I snapped. I slapped her hard across the face, my voice a low, vicious snarl. "My mother is not dead yet. If you want to cry over a grave, go home and do it."
They both stared at me, stunned.
Evan's brow furrowed in disapproval. "Chloe, that's enough. She didn't mean it, and she's apologized. Why are you taking it out on her? Besides, your mother's health has always been fragile. You can't blame other people for that."
My eyes, burning with unshed tears, locked onto his. "Get out," I hissed. "Both of you, get out!"
Just then, a doctor rushed out of the room, his face grim. "It's not looking good. You need to prepare yourselves. We're taking her into surgery now."
Panic seized me, and I collapsed onto the floor. My gaze fell on the two people who had caused this, the two architects of my mother's pain. Maya shrank back from my glare, clutching her chest and gasping for air as if she couldn't breathe.
Evan hesitated for a fraction of a second. Then he scooped her into his arms and turned to leave.
"There's nothing I can do to help with the surgery," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "I'll take her home and come back later."
I couldn't believe he could say those words. But then again, in his eyes, my mother had long ceased to be a person. She was just a tool, a lever he could use to force me to bend to his family's will.
After an agonizing hour, my mother was out of surgery. She was stable.
Looking at her tear-streaked face, I knew I couldn't let her down again.
I took a deep breath and dialed a number I hadn't called in years.
"Is your offer still on the table?"
"Of course. Anything you want."
I bit my lip. "Marry me. Three years, max. Then you'll be free."
There was a long silence on the other end.
"Done. When?"
"Three days. My mother can't wait any longer. I'll meet you at the city hall."
With everything settled, I rushed home to pack. The most important thing was my mother’s wedding dress. I had to get it back, intact. I had promised her I would wear it on my wedding day.
When I walked in, Evan was pressing an ice pack to the red mark on Maya’s cheek. My eyes immediately locked onto a box on the table. The box where I kept the dress.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
But when I opened it, the dress was in tatters, a shredded heap of silk and lace.
My vision blurred with red. "What is this? Who did this?"
Maya, her face still covered by the ice pack, sniffled. "I'm sorry, sister. I didn't mean to ruin it."
Evan immediately stepped in front of her, shielding her from me. "Don't scare her. It's not your main wedding gown anyway. I'll have a better one made for you. She just accidentally stepped on it when she was taking it off. We had no idea the quality was so poor."
Without a second thought, I slapped him.
"You knew my mother poured her heart and soul into making this for me, and you just let her destroy it? Poor quality? I've worn it nine times without a single tear, and she rips it to shreds the one time she puts it on? Open your eyes! Those are clean cuts! She took a pair of scissors to it! And you're still defending her!"
A flash of annoyance crossed his face, but he quickly masked it with a weary sigh. "Maybe it was difficult for her to take off, so she had to cut it," he said, his voice placating. "She's still young, and she has her issues. Try to be more understanding. It's just a dress. Let's not ruin our relationship over it. We're going to be family soon. How are we supposed to get along if you make a scene over every little thing?"
I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. I could taste blood in my mouth. "Who the hell wants to be family with you and your sick, twisted sister? Evan, the biggest regret of my life is ever loving you!"
"It's just a dress," I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. "A dress in exchange for seeing you for who you really are? A bargain."
At my words, Maya, who had been trembling in the corner, suddenly dropped to her knees. She started hitting herself, her cries escalating.
"It's all my fault! Why did I have to have an attack then? Why do I always destroy things when I'm upset?" she wailed. "Sister, my brother loves you so much! Please don't leave him! I'll go! I'm not even a real part of this family anyway! I won't let my problems ruin your love!"
With that, she scrambled to her feet and ran to the open window, climbing onto the ledge.
Evan was horrified. "What are you doing? Get down from there!"
Maya looked back at him, her face a mask of despair. "As long as I'm alive, I can't control my attacks! The only way to stop this is if I'm dead!"
She was about to jump.
Evan was frantic. "No, don't! It's not your fault! No one blames you! You'll always be our family! Chloe doesn't care about the dress!" He turned to me, his eyes wild with desperation. "Say something!"
I just stared at them, my heart a block of ice. "That's your family's problem. It has nothing to do with me."
As I turned to leave, Evan's hand shot out and slapped me across the face. "You are unbelievable!" he roared. "That is a human life! Over a stupid dress, are you serious?"
He rushed to the window, not even glancing back at me. "Get down, Maya. I hit her for you. See? It's okay. Please, get down. If it makes you happy, I won't get married. We can wait until you're feeling better, okay?"
Maya climbed down, and as she fell into his arms, she shot me a look of pure, triumphant malice.
Only then did Evan seem to remember I was there. A flicker of guilt crossed his face. "It was an emergency. You have to understand. You were being so cold. Thank God nothing happened."
My teeth were clenched so tight my jaw ached. All I could see was my mother's pale, bruised face.
I slapped him back, hard. "You knew it was an emergency for her, but what about my mother? When she was having a medical emergency because of your sister, that wasn't an emergency?"
"The first time, she switched out the welcome signs. The second time, she drove her car into me. The third time, she dug up my father's grave! Are you the only ones who are human? Are my mother and I not?"
I was so furious I stormed out without even bothering to pack. He grabbed my arm, his face a mess of guilt, trying to explain. But Maya clung to his other arm, refusing to let him go.
He gave me a helpless look and sighed. "She's having an attack. She can't be left alone. I'll… I'll visit your mother when I have time."
For the next two days, I didn't leave my mother's side.
Evan never showed up. But my social media feed was flooded with pictures of Maya, smiling and happy, with Evan by her side.
I had already given up on him. I blocked them all.
On the morning of the third day, I finally got the text I was waiting for. From Liam.
I helped my mother get dressed and ready to go out. She looked at me, confused. "Where are we going?"
I smiled. "I'm taking you to meet someone. And to do something that will make you very happy."
We took a cab to the city hall.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Why are we here?"
I pushed her wheelchair forward. "To get married, of course."
Her expression turned serious. "I want to see you get married, but you can't just marry a random stranger!"
I laughed. "He's not a stranger. You'll see in a minute—"
I was cut off by Evan's voice behind me. "I knew you couldn't stay away," he said, a smug smile on his face. "All that talk about not getting married was just you being dramatic. Now here you are at the city hall, trying to force my hand."
He took my hand, his grip firm. "Fine. We can get married. But no wedding, no reception. My sister can't handle it, and it puts me in a difficult position."
As if on cue, Maya started to cry. "Brother, are you really going to abandon me? Sister doesn't like me. She'll make you stay away from me."
Evan sighed and patted her head. "You see? My sister is still very upset about what you did. So here's the deal. You apologize to her, and you write a formal letter promising you will never bully her again."
Looking at his self-righteous expression, I snatched my hand away and walked toward the appointment check-in.
"Did I say I was marrying you? Don't be so delusional."
Evan froze for a second, then let out a cold laugh, blocking my path. "Don't be stubborn. We've been together for years. Who else would you marry? Come on, stop making a scene. Apologize, and we can get the license right now."
I ignored him and asked a clerk to help me check in. Seeing me dismiss him so completely, his face darkened with anger.
"I told you, if you don't apologize, I am not marrying you. I will not allow you to bully my family! I am not going to enable your bad behavior!" he shouted, his voice drawing the attention of everyone around us. "All this time, you've been nothing but cruel to my family. What's so hard about saying you're sorry? You want to marry me, but you're not willing to make any concessions. Is that how you think this works?"
Maya started to sob dramatically. "Sister, I know you think I'm trying to steal your brother from you, and I don't blame you for being mean to me. But my illness is real. I really can't be without him," she cried. "If you really can't accept me, then I'll just die. I would do anything for my brother's happiness."
Suddenly, I was the villain. Murmurs of disapproval rippled through the crowd. I looked at the two of them, their performance perfectly synchronized, not a shred of guilt on their faces. I wasn't going to waste my breath.
I turned to wheel my mother away, but Evan grabbed my arm.
"Where are you going? How long are you going to run from this? I'm telling you, this is your only chance. Apologize to my sister in front of everyone, and I will marry you right now," he said, his voice low and menacing. "If you walk away, this engagement is over. And when your mother dies, don't come crying to me for help. I won't be there."
I trembled with rage. "How dare you say that about my mother? I'm telling you, your entire family will be dead and buried before my mother is! And you think I'd come to you for help? In your dreams!"
Evan’s eyes were wide with disbelief. "You've really lost your mind! How dare you speak about my mother that way! I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
He raised his hand to strike me. I braced myself, ready to call the police the second he touched me.
But the blow never landed.
I opened my eyes to see a strong, steady hand gripping Evan's wrist.
"My fiancée is not for you to discipline."

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