Trapped Bride: My Twin Stole My Groom のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Violet's POVI turned and walked out of the banquet hall. I heard Ethan Carter, my fiance, speaking softly behind me, his voice brimming with affection. "You shouldn't drink so much. I'll do all the drinking for you instead. You'll feel sick if you overdo it."Ivy Jensen, my twin sister, murmured, "I'll do as you say, then."I didn't bother looking back. I stood at the hotel entrance, where the cold wind blew against my neck. I hailed a cab, intending to return home.The cab driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror and froze. "Is it your wedding today? How did you end up like this on your big day?" I looked down at my hands, which were bloody with two broken nails from breaking the lock on the closet. I replied hoarsely, my voice tight with unspoken pain. "Yeah, but the wedding's off."He handed me a tissue and said earnestly, "If he wasn't the one for you, then there's no need to put yourself through this. I'm sure no parents out there want to see their child go through

I ran out of the residential complex and headed for the nearby park, hastily wiping away my tears with my sleeve.I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. Ethan had followed me to the park. He crouched in front of me and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of my eye with his thumb, just like he used to whenever I was mistreated.That time, after getting yelled at by Mom and hit with a belt by Dad, I hid alone in the stairwell, crying. He found me, crouched down the same way, and used his thumb to wipe my tears. "If they're going to play favorites with Ivy, then I'll play favorites with you. I'll make up for every bit of love you've missed out on, twice over!"I snapped back to the present and heard his voice, just as gentle as it had been all those years ago. "Please don't cry, Violet…"I looked at him, unable to understand when things had shifted. I asked the question that had been stuck in my mind, my voice choked with sobs. "W-Why, Ethan? Why did you abandon me to love someon

Third-Person POVIn the meantime, after Violet's departure, an unbearable silence settled over the house.Gwen Sandler, Violet's mother, initially welcomed the silence. She no longer had to see Violet hanging around or endure her bitter, resentful accusations.Ivy naturally moved into Violet's room. Her cosmetics cluttered every inch of Violet's vanity, while the closet was jammed with new clothes. She even swapped out the sheets for her favorite light pink ones.She walked around the bedroom with her arm linked through Ethan's, discussing places to redo the space. She wanted to tear down the wall covered in wedding decorations and repaint it with the muted colors she preferred.Ethan nodded and agreed, but when three separate renovation crews arrived, he dismissed them all under various pretexts.In the end, the wall remained untouched, along with the wedding decorations plastered all over it.Gwen gradually began to feel uneasy, and old habits started betraying her. Sometimes,

Ivy's expression shifted. She stepped back and stared intently at Ethan. "Get a grip, Ethan! You stopped loving Violet long ago! Why tie yourself to her for the rest of your life—for someone you don't even love anymore!"Ethan was at a loss for words. He tried to speak up, but not a single sound came out.Ivy scoffed. "Just be honest with yourself for once, Ethan. Did you ever feel happy being with her in the past six months? You were irritated every time you got a message from her, and you never answered when she called. You were just forcing yourself to endure it. You saw her as nothing but a burden, Ethan."Every single word cut deep.Ethan's breathing grew ragged. "That's enough, Ivy.""Am I wrong, Ethan? You would've never admitted that you stopped loving her if she hadn't left! I've gotten her out of the way for you! You should be thanking me instead!"Ethan suddenly looked up and stared at Ivy. Her face was identical to Violet's, but her eyes were completely different. V

Ethan didn't leave. He stood outside my studio from the afternoon until nightfall. Security drove him away three times, but he still refused to go. He insisted on waiting for me.I opened my office door the following morning and found a bouquet of white roses sitting outside. It came with a card that read, "I remember you like white roses."I instantly recognized Ethan's handwriting. I picked up the bouquet and tossed it into the trash at the end of the hallway.He sent over a dozen mango smoothies to the studio on the third day. "I remember this was always your favorite, so I picked some up for your employees too."I didn't drink any. I had the receptionist distribute them to the employees.He waited outside my studio on the fifth day, holding a huge bouquet of red roses. Those passing by kept glancing at him.He immediately came over when I walked out of the elevator after work. "Please hear me out, Violet. That's all I'm asking for."I stopped and looked at him. "Make it quic