Semua Bab My Twin and Fiancé Betrayed Me, So I married His Rival: Bab 11 - Bab 20

*Elena's POV*“You don’t have to sign immediately if you don’t feel comfortable… take your time,” Liam said gently, his eyes were soft as he watched me.We were sitting in the elegant living room of Liam’s huge mansion. The lawyer sat across from us with the thick contract papers spread neatly on the mahogany table. My hand hovered over the pen. I hesitated, my fingers were trembling slightly. Then I looked down at my little baby bump, gently pressing my palm against it. This was for the baby. For our future. I took a deep breath and signed my name on the dotted line.The lawyer nodded with a professional smile. “Congratulations to both of you. This is a legally binding contract marriage that will automatically terminate after exactly one year. Any party who goes against the terms we have signed today will face full legal consequences. No exceptions.”We both nodded in unison, our eyes meeting for a brief second.The lawyer gathered his documents, shook our hands, and left. The heavy

*Elena's POV**Kon kon!*The gentle knock from a maid made me open the door.“Ma'am, dinner is ready,” she said politely. “Mr. Harrington insists it is important that you come down to eat with everyone.”I had just finished my night bath and was feeling fresh in my comfortable silk robe. I nodded quietly. “Okay. I’ll be down in a minute.”I changed into a simple loose dress that softly hid my bump and followed the maid downstairs. My stomach twisted the moment I saw the dining table. Liam and Andrea were already seated. Andrea looked perfectly put together, while Liam’s eyes lifted the second I appeared.He raised his head and fixed his gaze on me. A small, warm smile touched his lips. That tiny smile made something flutter in my chest, and I couldn’t help letting out a little smile in return.“Come join us, dear. The dinner is lovely,” Andrea said sweetly, but her eyes carried a cold edge that made my heart sink a little.I nodded and took the empty seat across from Liam. The chef im

*Alexander's POV*The glass was empty again.I stared at it for a long moment, then slid it across the bar without a word. The bartender refilled it without being asked. Smart man. I wasn't in the mood to talk. I wasn't in the mood for anything, honestly. I just wanted to sink slowly and let the alcohol pull me all the way under."She loved me," I muttered, pressing two fingers hard against my temple. "She actually loved me."The bar was alive around me. Music. Laughter. The clinking of glasses. Everyone celebrating something I couldn't see and didn't care about. The whole world was spinning forward, and I was stuck frozen in one moment, one name I couldn't stop saying inside my head.Elena."And I threw it all away." I laughed at my own glass. A broken, hollow sound. "I threw her away."I downed the whiskey in one go and pushed the glass forward again."Another," I said."Sir, perhaps you've had enough...""Another." I didn't raise my voice. I didn't need to.He poured.You chose El

*Elena's POV*It started with pickles.Well ... pickles and peanut butter and whatever those little chocolate-covered pretzels were that I had spotted in the pantry three days ago and had been thinking about ever since. Don't judge me. I was growing a human being. My cravings had their own personality at this point.I waddled down the stairs at half past midnight, one of my hand on the railing, wearing an oversized sleep shirt and the kind of dignity that only a pregnant woman raiding a kitchen at night could possess.The kitchen light was already on.I froze in the doorway.Liam was standing at the counter in shorts and no shirt ... which, fine, was an entirely unnecessary detail that my brain chose to register and file immediately, while he hold a glass of water. Very innocently. Very suspiciously innocently.We stared at each other."What are you doing down here?" I asked."Getting water." He lifted the glass. Proof."At midnight.""People drink water at midnight, Elena.""Uh huh."

*Liam's POV*I was tired.Genuinely, honestly tired, the kind of tiredness that comes from laughing too much and staying up too late and having the unexpected pleasure of watching Elena Thompson dismantle Andrea with two sentences and a smile before calmly stealing back a bag of pretzels.I climbed the stairs with that still sitting warm in my chest, said a brief goodnight to nobody in particular, and walked into my room.The door clicked shut behind me.Then I heard the lock turn.I froze.Immediately, I turned around.Andrea stood with her back against the door, her hands were still on the lock, looking at me with an expression I recognized immediately and had absolutely zero interest in engaging with tonight."Andrea." My voice came out flat. "What are you doing?"She didn't answer with words.She crossed the room directly, purposefully, with no hesitation and before I could step back she had both my hands in hers and pressed them firmly against her chest.I pulled back immediately