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2026-09-07 22:37:20
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The Night Before My sisters Wedding New beginnings
Adelaide's POV:I woke up slowly, the kind of gentle waking where the world feels soft around the edges. Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of the apartment bedroom, painting warm stripes across the plain white duvet. For a moment I just lay there, breathing in the unfamiliar but comforting scent of fresh paint and Jax’s cologne on the pillow beside me.This is real. Our new apartment was small — nothing like the sprawling Langford estate or the grand Hale mansion — but it felt like home in a way those places never had. Two bedrooms, one master with the bed we were currently tangled in, a modest living room with a second-hand couch Jax had already promised we’d upgrade soon, and a tiny kitchen that smelled like coffee and toast. One of the spare rooms would be for the baby. The other could be for a visitor, or maybe a little office for me if I ever went back to freelance design. It was modest, but
The Night Before My sisters Wedding The favor that could break us both
Adelaide's POV:I stepped into the quiet café Andrea had chosen, the bell above the door jingling softly. The place was almost empty — just a few scattered patrons nursing late-morning coffees. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on her at a corner table by the window.I froze.Andrea looked… broken. Her face was pale, almost ghostly under the soft lighting, and her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, like she had been crying for hours. The perfect, composed twin I had always known was nowhere to be seen. This version of her looked fragile, like one wrong word could make her shatter.My heart clenched. I rushed over without thinking and pulled her into a quick, tight hug. She stiffened for half a second, then melted into it, her arms wrapping around me like she needed the contact as much as I did.“Addie,” she whispered, voice thick. She pulled back first, forcing a small, shaky smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Sit down. Please.”I slid into the chair across from her, my own
The Night Before My sisters Wedding The weight of what I cannot say
Andrea's PoV:I stood at the marble island in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for the stir-fry I was making with the head nanny, Maria.The knife moved in steady, rhythmic motions against the cutting board, the scent of garlic and fresh ginger filling the air. It was a simple, domestic task, something I had come to enjoy in the short time I had been Mrs. Langford. Cooking with Maria felt grounding, a small pocket of normalcy in a life that had become anything but.My phone rang on the counter. Mom’s name flashed across the screen. I wiped my hands on a dish towel and answered, putting it on speaker so I could keep working.“Mom,” I said, trying to sound light. “Hi. Everything okay?”Her voice came through sharp and clipped, laced with the kind of disappointment I had heard a thousand times growing up. “Andrea, have you heard what your sister has done?...”I paused mid-chop, The knife hovering above the carrots.“No, what happened?”She exhaled dramatically, faking a crying tone, tha
The Night Before My sisters Wedding The house that was never home
Adelaide's POV:The drive to the Hale estate felt longer than it should have. Jax’s truck hummed steadily beneath us, the morning sun casting long shadows across the road. I sat in the passenger seat with my hands folded tightly in my lap, the simple gold band on my finger still feeling foreign and new. We had left the registry office as husband and wife less than 6 hours ago, yet the weight of everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours pressed down on me like a physical thing.The Hale estate came into view around the bend, the tall iron gates standing open as if nothing in the world had changed. But the house itself looked quiet — unnaturally so. The gardens were perfectly manicured, the fountain still trickling, the windows reflecting the early sunlight like mirrors. It felt like a cemetery: beautiful on the surface, but empty and cold underneath. I swallowed hard.“You can wait in the car,” I said softly, turning to Jax. “I’ll run in, grab my things, and be rig
The Night Before My sisters Wedding The Perfect Husband
Jax's PoV:I woke up at exactly 3 a.m., the same way I had every morning for the last ten years, sharp, alert, mind already running through the next move before my eyes even opened. The room was dark except for the faint blue glow of the nightlight I’d never bothered to remove from my childhood wall. Adelaide was still asleep beside me, curled on her side, one hand resting protectively over her belly even in her dreams. Her breathing was slow and even, peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen since the night I proposed to her on that rooftop.I watched her for a long moment. The woman I was supposed to destroy looked so fragile like this — raven hair spilling across the pillow, lips slightly parted, the faint curve of her stomach already hinting at the life growing inside her. My child. Hale blood mixed with Smith blood. The plan had never accounted for this variable.I slipped out of bed carefully, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a plain T-shirt. The floorboards creaked softly under m
The Night Before My sisters Wedding The Day I stopped running
Adelaide's POV:We stepped into the small marriage registry office hand in hand, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the world didn’t feel like it was closing in on me.The place was modest — nothing like the grand cathedral I had just fled. Plain wooden benches, a simple desk with a bored-looking clerk who straightened up the moment we walked in, and soft afternoon light filtering through the windows. It smelled like old paper and fresh coffee. Ordinary. Peaceful. The complete opposite of the circus I had left behind.Jax’s parents were already waiting inside. His mom stood up first, her face lighting up with a warmth that made my chest ache. She crossed the room in two quick steps and pulled me into a tight hug, the kind that felt like coming home after a long war.“Adélaïde,” she whispered against my hair, voice thick with emotion. “Everything will finally be alright, sweetheart. You’re safe now. You’re with us.”His Dad also wheeled closer, his eyes soft but steady.
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