Chapter 5

Chloe's POV

After the two families officially met, the engagement date was quickly set.

As Vivian's younger sister, I couldn't escape this banquet.

But watching them go through all the formalities step by step and kiss passionately, I couldn't stop the jealousy welling up in my heart.

In my past life, after Vivian died, we just went to register our marriage certificate. No one around us knew we were married.

Compared to the meticulous ceremony now, everything I had felt more like it was stolen.

Halfway through the ceremony, Vivian said she needed to touch up her makeup.

"Chloe, come with me."

I was on guard and carefully followed her out of the private room.

As she said, she quietly opened her bag and slowly touched up her makeup.

Looking at her heavy makeup, I said with concern, "Don't wear such heavy makeup when you're pregnant. It's not good for the baby or your health."

Vivian's lipstick fell to the floor. Her expression instantly darkened.

She grabbed my hand, her tone cold and harsh.

"How did you know? What else do you know?"

The questioning tone made me realize something was wrong. I struggled hard, trying to break free.

"I don't know anything. Let go."

Vivian stood at the door. She gripped my hand tightly.

Leaning close to my ear, she said word by word, "That juice tasted good that night, didn't it? Too bad you weren't ambitious enough. Otherwise, today's engagement banquet would have been yours."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, snapping something inside me.

So all the torment in my past life and the misunderstandings now were all her doing.

"Why are you doing this? We're sisters."

I grabbed her hand, my eyes full of confusion.

The argument in the restroom could be heard clearly in the hallway.

Ethan quickened his pace and pounded on the door.

"Vivian, open the door!"

Vivian gripped my hand and reached out to unlock the door.

The instant the door opened, she smiled provocatively.

"Of course it's because I want Ethan to hate you."

As she finished speaking, her whole body fell out the door like a kite with its string cut.

Ethan looked at the person who fell at his feet, his whole body rigid.

He knelt on the ground in panic, carefully picking her up.

Before leaving, his pitch-black eyes flashed with hatred.

"You'd better pray nothing happens to Vivian. Otherwise, I definitely won't let you off."

The commotion here was significant. The people in the private room were also alarmed.

The originally joyful banquet had everyone on edge.

I stood frozen in place, my hands and feet ice-cold. As I walked out of the restroom, I saw that pool of inconspicuous bloodstains on the floor.

The baby probably couldn't be saved.

This guess was confirmed three hours later.

My mother viciously slapped me twice across the face. Just as she was about to deliver a third slap, Vivian woke up.

"Mom, don't blame Chloe. I just didn't stand steady."

Her face was deathly pale, looking as fragile as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

A roomful of people crowded around the hospital room, saying all sorts of things to show their concern for her.

The clothes on my body were soaked with cold sweat.

Perhaps my prayers were heard. When the attending physician and Ethan entered the room, the hospital room fell unusually quiet.

Everyone nervously looked at the doctor.

"Ethan, don't blame Chloe. She's innocent. The bathroom floor was too slippery and I didn't stand steady. She's still young..."

Vivian forced out a smile, her voice gentle.

But before she could finish this time, Ethan cut her off sternly.

"She's already twenty-two years old. Because of her jealousy, a small life was harmed. Isn't our child the most innocent one?"

With these words, the hospital room fell completely silent.

My body trembled slightly. An unprecedented despair engulfed my entire being.

It's over. I'm finished.

"What did you say?"

Vivian stared in shock, her vacant eyes making her whole person seem like she had lost her soul.