After His Sister Got Pregnant, I Got Married with Another Man

At the marriage certificate ceremony, Bryan Waldorf's sister sent me a picture of her pregnancy test pack.

Bryan left me without hesitation and took her home to take care of the baby.

Then, she posted a closeup photo of the two of them, with our bedroom in the background.

Then, Bryan sent me a message.

[I drank too much at the celebration party that night and Celia is pregnant. I have to take care of her all the time.]

[She originally wanted to give birth to the child without telling me and raise it alone, but she is still so young and will become a top cardiac surgeon in the country in the future... I can't ruin her, nor can I give up this innocent life.]

[Don't you want to have a child as soon as possible? After she gives birth, I will send her abroad for further studies and the child will be raised by you. In the future, she will only recognize you as her mother.]

Seeing that I didn't reply, he added.

[The marriage certificate may have to be rescheduled after Celia gives birth.]

I stared at the phone screen, laughing with red eyes.

Did he think that the only daughter of Harrington must be with him?

I called Austin Lambert directly, "Let’s get our certificate now. Are you coming?"

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After getting the certificate, Austin rushed to the airport cursing.

He was waiting at the airport for a business meeting in Italy, but I called him to the City Hall.

Thinking of his gritting teeth just now, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Claire, did I owe you in my last life? I chased you for eight years and didn't even look at you and now you want to get the certificate?"

I looked at the clock. "It's almost time to get off work, are you going to get it or not?"

He instantly wilted, "Get it! I brought the certificate, the flight was rescheduled and my parents also knew about it. It would be a waste if I didn't get it."

I guess I didn't respond until Bryan finally called.

His voice was a little anxious, "Claire, don't think too much. I only have you in my heart and I just admire Celia. That night was really just an accident."

"Well, I understand." My voice was calm and without any waves, "It's inevitable for men."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds and I heard him take a deep breath.

"Where are you now? I'll send a driver to pick you up. Celia is having morning sickness now and I really can't leave..."

I interrupted him, "No need."

His voice suddenly turned cold, "Claire, are you angry with me? I have explained clearly that I will leave after Celia gives birth to the baby. What else do you want from me?"

My heart was stuffy and I unconsciously clenched the marriage certificate in my hand, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Bryan, let's break up."

He was stunned for a moment, then sneered at himself

"Don't you know how I treated you over the years? Yes, I made a mistake, but which man doesn't make mistakes? I'm already making up for it, why do you have to be so demanding?"

I pursed my lips and said nothing.

Seeing that I remained silent, his patience finally ran out, "Okay! It's up to you, break up if you want! You have to come back to me crying in less than half an hour!"

The phone was hung up rudely and there was only a busy tone in my ears.

I took a taxi and returned to the home that once belonged to us.

I didn't want to find him, but wanted to pack up and leave.

When I opened the door, Bryan was wearing an apron and the table was full of carefully prepared dishes.

He and Celia sat opposite each other, eating and laughing. He gently picked up food for her and even carefully fed her.

I naively thought that such a gentle look belonged only to me.

I remember that every time I cooked for him, he would hug me from behind and whisper in my ear, "My baby, you've worked hard."

It seemed warm, but in the past five years, he had never even poured me a cup of hot water.

He was the youngest professor of cardiac surgery at the top medical school in Sydney.

He always said, "My hands are for surgery, so I must protect them at all times."

Even when he held my hand, he was very careful.

But now, he made an exception and cooked for Celia.

Bryan saw me, snorted and laughed and made an expression of "I knew it".

Celia greeted enthusiastically, "Claire, you're back! Do you want to eat together?"

I silently passed her and went straight to the bedroom.

"Stop!" Bryan stood up suddenly, his face terribly gloomy, "Celia is talking to you, please respond. Don't you even have the most basic manners?"

I turned around slowly and sneered, "How do you want me to respond? Thank her for rushing to give birth to a child for my fiancé, so that I can become a mother painlessly? Or rush up and slap her a few times, scolding her for being a cheap mistress and getting out of my house?"

"You!" Bryan was choked and his veins popped.

Celia suddenly covered her mouth and retched, tears coming.

Bryan asked in panic, "Celia, what happened? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Bryan, I'm fine..."

She trembled and grabbed Bryan's sleeve, but cried to me.

"Claire, it's all my fault. I don't want to live in your house, but I really have nowhere to go. I will leave as soon as the baby is born and will never disturb you and Bryan again."

As she said this, she suddenly touched her belly and sobbed, "I'm sorry, baby. Mommy doesn't want to abandon you. But Mommy did something bad and must be punished. My baby… I'm sorry..."

As she said this, she retched violently again and collapsed in Bryan's arms.

Bryan looked at me with disgust, as if I had committed some heinous crime.

"Are you satisfied now?"

I sneered and turned away.

My attitude completely angered Bryan. He suddenly grabbed the glass on the table and threw it at me.

There was a sharp pain in the back of my head and with the sound of glass breaking, I fell heavily on the stairs.

The sharp pain made me sweat instantly and I couldn't stand up for a while.

"Why are you pretending? Get up quickly!" Bryan scolded impatiently behind me.

Celia came over hypocritically, "Claire, you should be okay, right? I saw the cup just lightly rubbed your shoulder..."

"Shut up!" I gritted my teeth to interrupt her and stood up with all my strength.

Seeing my bad attitude towards Celia, Bryan's eyes suddenly turned cold,

"Celia has no appetite. You go and cook her your best crucian carp and tofu soup. Remember not to put onions, she doesn't like it."

"No." I refused without hesitation.

"This is an order!" Bryan's face was terribly gloomy, "Claire, do you think you have a choice?"

I clenched my fists and looked him in the eyes, "I will never do it. Now what can you do?"

Bryan's eyes flashed with cold light and he strode forward and roughly grabbed my arm and pushed me into the kitchen.

The door was heavily closed.

"Don't even think about coming out until the soup is ready!"

"Bryan, you're crazy!"

I slammed the door hard, shouting "Let me out" at the top of my lungs, but all I got was dead silence.

My palms were swollen and burning from slamming and finally, I slid down to the ground powerlessly, leaning against the cold door.

Their conversation was clearly heard through the door.

Celia whispered softly, "Bryan, isn't this too much for Claire? If she doesn't want to do it, then don't do it. It doesn't matter if I don't drink the soup."

Bryan sighed, "Celia, she has been spoiled in the Harrington Family for so many years. I must change her eldest daughter's temper. Since she will marry into the Waldorf Family in the future, I must follow the rules of the Waldorf Family, otherwise how can she take care of our children well?"

"The Waldorf Family is a medical family and they have always been the most concerned about being kind to others, but she is too straightforward... My mother has never liked her very much."

Celia asked puzzled, "Bryan, then why don't you break up with her directly?"

It suddenly became quiet outside.

I held my breath and leaned against the door motionlessly.

Yes, since I was so unbearable in his eyes, why should he tolerate me and keep me?

The silence lasted for a long time and Celia urged cautiously, "Bryan?"

Bryan's calm voice pierced my heart like a knife, "The Harrington Family's background is one of the best in Sydney and it has helped my career a lot over the years..."

I covered my chest tightly and tears could no longer be controlled.

So that was it. For so many years, he had always been interested in the Harrington Family, not me.

In a trance, I remembered that year when my grandfather had a sudden heart attack and it was Bryan's bold surgical plan that saved his life. I fell in love with this young and promising doctor with superb medical skills at first sight.

I just gave him a banner to express my gratitude, but I didn't expect him to start pursuing me crazily.

He never took the initiative to ask for help from the Harrington Family and those secret operations were arranged by me without telling him. How ridiculous, I was always worried that he would refuse to accept it after knowing it.

The kitchen door was pushed open. Bryan was obviously startled when he saw me and then frowned,

"You cry like this for making soup? Get out, it's annoying to watch!"

I stood up despite the dizziness and staggered towards the bedroom.

The moment I pushed the door open, a chill instantly climbed up my spine.

The bed sheet was changed to the pink lace style that I hated the most. The photo of me on the bedside table was replaced with a photo of a strange baby. In the closet, there was not a single piece of my clothes left.

Bryan's voice came from behind, "The guest room is too small. It's inconvenient for Celia to stay in the master bedroom now."

Celia added timidly, "Claire, you shouldn't mind, right? Don't worry, I'll..."

"Oh." I interrupted her directly, "Where are my things?"

Bryan looked away and said, "I asked the servants to move to the utility room. The nearest guest room will be converted into a baby room. You can choose a guest room to live in."

I was silent for a while and nodded, "Okay."

In the utility room, my haute couture dress was thrown on the ground casually and my jewelry was scattered in the dirty corners, like garbage that no one wanted.

I took a deep breath and looked at Celia who followed me in with sarcasm, "Are you so impatient? You can't even wait for me to leave?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across her face and then she changed to an innocent expression,

"Claire, what are you talking about? Bryan asked the servants to clean up these things. I didn't do anything."

I sneered and pointed to the shoe prints on the dress, "Did the servants do this too?"

"So what if it was me?"

She suddenly lowered her voice, a vicious light flashed in her eyes, but she pretended to be afraid and retreated.

"Claire, please let me go!"

After saying that, she suddenly screamed and pretended to fall backwards. Bryan rushed in in time to catch her.

Celia immediately covered her lower abdomen and sobbed. "Bryan, I didn't do anything. Why did Claire push me... Fortunately, you came, otherwise the baby...

"I didn't push her!" My throat tightened and I explained subconsciously.

Bryan's eyes were filled with anger and he grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall.

"Do you think I would believe it? Celia would use the child to frame you? When did you become so vicious!" he said, holding back his anger.

His grip was so strong that I almost suffocated and struggled to squeeze out a few words. "I really... didn't..."

"Enough! I don't want to hear your excuses!" he shouted in front of my face.

He laughed in anger and threw me to the ground.

"Go back to the Harrington Family and be your eldest daughter! When you know you are wrong, come see me again! "

I staggered to my feet and looked at him in disbelief.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening and he was going to chase me away?

I remembered that in the past, even if I just went out for a walk late at night, he would insist on accompanying me.

And now, he raised his chin high and didn't even give me a glance.

My nose suddenly felt sour.

How many times had he gotten angry with me today for Celia?

No matter what I said or did, it was always wrong in his eyes.

And today was supposed to be the day we got married.

I closed my eyes. I didn't even take my clothes and fled from this suffocating place without looking back.

As soon as I returned to the Harrington Family, my phone vibrated.

It was a video sent by Celia. I knew I shouldn't click it, but my fingers pressed the play button uncontrollably.

In the picture, Bryan was gently hugging Celia, closing his eyes and kissing her forehead, his face full of enjoyment and tenderness.

His voice was a little regretful, "Celia, if I had met you earlier, I wouldn't be with Claire. You are so talented in medicine and so motivated. And what about her? Relying on the background of the Harrington Family, she does whatever she wants and does not work properly all day long. "

Celia little voice came, "The Waldorf Family has been practicing medicine for generations. If you really marry her, your reputation will be ruined sooner or later."

Every word was like a poisoned needle, piercing my most vulnerable part.

Celia relied on her family's connections in the medical field and easily became his personal disciple and was recognized as his god sister.

This was what he called "talented".

And I gave up my family's resources, started from the grassroots and climbed up step by step to the position of The Harrington's investment director.

In his eyes, I became "not working properly". It turned out that in his heart, I had never been good for anything.

How could he really like me?

I put down my phone and soaked my pillow with tears. I tossed and turned all night.

Just as the sky was getting light, Austin called.

"Wife, did you sleep well?"

I stunned. But there was unconcealed joy in his voice.

"I just landed in Milan. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for more than ten hours on the plane. I can't believe you really married me. "

His tone suddenly softened, "Wife, I've started to miss you, do you miss me?"

Wife? This title made me sober instantly.

I just remembered that I had obtained the marriage certificate with Austin yesterday in a fit of anger.

"Wife? Why don't you say anything? Do you... regret it?"

His voice was full of grievance.

"No." I answered softly.

I grew up with Austin since childhood. Although I was not sure if he really loved me, at least I knew him inside and out.

The Lambert Family was a good match and was indeed a suitable marriage partner.

The other end of the phone was obviously relieved and regained his vitality,

"I'll be back tomorrow! Let's go choose a wedding ring! Although the certificate is rushed, none of the ceremonies such as proposal and wedding cannot be missed! Just be the most beautiful bride with peace of mind, leave everything else to me. "

I couldn't help but chuckle and agreed to his arrangement.

This was how Austin always be. Beside him, he would arrange everything and I only needed to follow him.

And Bryan...

The memory was always his hurried back and I took the initiative to bring up the marriage certificate idea.

At that time, he frowned and said, "It's only five years, isn't it too early to get married?"

The difference between love and not love was so clear.

For a whole day, Bryan had no news.

But his mother couldn't wait to call, her tone was full of superiority,

"You know everything about Bryan and Celia, right? Now Celia is pregnant with our Waldorf Family's eldest grandson, we will never wrong her and we will definitely let Bryan marry her. Fortunately, Bryan didn't get the marriage certificate with you yesterday, this is God's will!"

"I said you are not suitable. The Harrington Family has been doing business for three generations and our Waldorf Family has been practicing medicine for generations. The family background is not compatible at all, don't you think?"

I sneered, "Mrs. Waldorf, Bryan and I have broken up. Please do not contact me again unless it is business matter."

The other end of the phone was obviously startled, probably not expecting that I, who was always gentle, would reply like this.

She was about to get angry, but I hung up the phone decisively. She called several more times immediately.

I put her on the blacklist without hesitation and then blocked all contact information of Bryan. I deleted all the photos with him and the fiveyear love also dissipated.

The next day, when I was choosing a wedding ring in a jewelry store, I unexpectedly met Bryan and Celia.

He was enthusiastically customizing a set of expensive jewelry for Celia and also customized a longevity lock for the unborn child.

Seeing that I was trying on the ring, Bryan's face suddenly darkened, "Claire! I asked you to go home and reflect on yourself, but you came to buy a wedding ring? Do you think I will marry you with such an attitude?"

He grabbed my hand roughly, took off the ring and gave it back to the clerk.

"We don't buy the ring, thank you."

Diamond edge of the ring cut my finger and blood immediately gushed out.

The clerk hurriedly wanted to treat my wound, but Bryan stopped him coldly, "It's just a minor injury, no need to bother."

I ignored him.

After wiping off the blood, I said to the clerk, "Please help me change the ring."

Bryan grabbed my wrist and roared, "Didn't I make it clear enough? You are not allowed to buy a ring today!"

Customers around me began to whisper.

"That pregnant woman is his wife, right? This mistress is quite arrogant. She dared to come to choose a wedding ring openly."

"She is so shameless. She wants a name after being a mistress. Now she is being bullied by a man."

Seeing this, Celia pretended to persuade, "Claire, stop making trouble. I feel embarrassed when so many people are looking at me. How about I give you the ring that Bryan just bought for me? See if you like it?"

The clerk also advised, "Madam, why don't you buy it today... If you make trouble like this, our store will not be able to do business at all."

Bryan's hand tightened more and more and he was about to drag me away by force.

I struggled to break free.

"Bryan, what does my buying of wedding rings have to do with you? Please stop interfering!" I looked at him with anger.

Bryan sneered, "It's none of my business? Okay, I officially announce the cancellation of the engagement and you don't have to buy a wedding ring forever!"

After saying that, he pushed me hard.

Just as I staggered and was about to fall, a pair of hands held me firmly.

Austin's voice rang in my ears, "Wife, sorry I'm late."