All Chapters of The Night Before My sisters Wedding : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Adelaide's POV:It was 5 a.m. on the morning of my wedding day. The ceremony was scheduled for exactly 10 a.m., but I had been awake for hours. Sleep had abandoned me somewhere around 2 a.m., leaving me staring at the ceiling until the first faint gray light of dawn crept through the curtains. My stomach was a hollow, painful knot —I hadn’t eaten anything substantial since yesterday afternoon, and the hunger had sharpened into something vicious, like teeth gnawing at my insides. Every breath felt heavy. Every movement hurt. I felt like I was dying, but not dramatically. Just… slowly. Quietly. The kind of death that happens when your body finally agrees with your mind that there’s nothing left worth fighting for.I couldn’t stay in bed any longer. The silence in my room was suffocating. I slipped out from under the covers, barefoot on the cold marble floor, wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt I’d stolen from Jax’s truck weeks ago. The fabric still carried the faintest trace o

“Andrea?”The word slipped out of me in a broken, shocked whisper. It was my sister — my twin — standing at the very back of the long aisle, framed by the massive double doors that had just swung shut behind her with a heavy thud. She looked exactly like the golden girl everyone had always loved: elegant in her soft blue dress from the bridal shower, hair still perfectly styled. But her expression was something I had never seen before. Fierce. Determined. Almost dangerous.Wait wasn't she seated calmly with victor a moment ago? What is going on?Then my gaze dropped to her hands, she was holding a plain brown envelope, the kind that looked like it carried secrets heavy enough to ruin lives.The entire cathedral went dead silent for half a heartbeat. Then chaos.Mom shot up from her seat in the front row like she’d been electrocuted. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble as she hurried down the aisle toward Andrea, her face a mask of panic wrapped in forced sweetness. “Andrea

Adelaide's POV:I gasped in shock, my hands beginning to shake so violently that the plastic stick nearly slipped from my fingers.I stared at the test result for the second time, the two pink lines glaring back at me like a accusation I couldn’t deny. My breath caught in my throat. The small bathroom felt too small, the air too thick, the marble counter cold beneath my palms.Is this what people call a lie turning into truth? A miracle?I'm pregnant.Actually pregnant.The word echoed in my head like a stranger’s voice. Pregnant. With Jax’s child probably or was it from the one-night stand that had started everything?The secret I had buried so deep I almost convinced myself it had never happened.But why should it come back to life in the worst possible moment? Or maybe the best. I didn’t know anymore. My mind was spinning too fast to make sense of it.Mom’s face twisted with pure rage. She snatched the test from my hand and hurled it at my chest. It bounced off my wedding gown and

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.

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