He Married Me Because My Adopted Sister Needed a Match

My parents always chose my adopted sister.

Even when we were kids, it was obvious. She cried once and the whole house bent around her. While me, I learned early to stay quiet because no one was coming for me anyway.

Then Joaquin came into my life.

He was my fathers close friend's son. Rich, powerful, the kind of billionaire people whispered about in California like he wasnt even real. Cold eyes, sharp voice, never smiled unless it was for her. Everyone in those elite circles wanted him, but he only looked at me.

Back then, I thought I was special. God, I was stupid.

I said once that I liked the ocean at night, just casually, not even thinking about it, and the next week he bought a beachfront house in Malibu just so I could sleep better with the sound of waves.

I said I was craving strawberries in winter, and he had them flown in from another country like it was nothing.

One time I had a fever and he stayed up the whole night, pressing a cold towel to my forehead, whispering, Im here, Laureen. Youre fine. Ive got you.

Who wouldnt fall for that?

He looked like a man who didnt care about anyone, but with me, he was patient. Gentle. Like I was the only person in the world who mattered.

And I believed it.

On our wedding day, in front of everyone, he held my hand so tight like he was afraid Id disappear. The room was full of people who envied me. I could feel their eyes burning into my back. He didnt care. He just looked at me like I was everything.

After we got married, it got even worse. Or better. I didnt know the difference anymore.

When I got pregnant, he practically stopped working. Meetings got canceled. Trips got postponed. Everything revolved around me.

If I woke up in the middle of the night uncomfortable, he was already awake, asking what I needed.

If I felt sick, he stayed right there, holding my hair, rubbing my back, murmuring soft things I cant even remember now without it hurting.

I thought maybe this was what it felt like to finally be chosen.

Stupid, right?

When I was 37th weeks pregnant, we went back to my parents house for dinner. I didnt want to go. That place never felt like home. It never would.

But he insisted and said it mattered.

I shouldve asked why.

Dinner hadnt even finished when everything went wrong.

I started feeling dizzy. My head spun, my vision blurred. At first I thought it was just pregnancy, just exhaustion. Then my body went weak.

Joaquin I tried to call him, but my voice barely came out.

I looked up and saw my parents. They werent panicking. They werent even surprised.

They were already holding Elizabeth.

Wait I whispered, reaching out. Help me

They didnt.

They walked past me.

Just like that.

My knees gave out and I hit the floor hard, my stomach slamming against the edge of the table and the pain was so sharp I couldnt even scream properly.

The last thing I saw was the ceiling spinning.

Then everything went dark.

...

When I woke up, three days had passed and the hospital room felt empty.

Where was he?

I got out of bed without thinking, dragging the IV stand with me. My body hurt, but I didnt care. I just needed to see him.

As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I heard his voice.

What the hell were you thinking? Joaquins voice was low but sharp, every word cutting. Who told you to drug her like that?! Shes 37th weeks pregnant. Do you have any idea what couldve happened? You couldve killed her and the baby.

My chest tightened.

Drug?

My mother sounded nervous. Id never heard her like that.

We didnt have a choice, she said. Elizabeths condition is getting worse. The doctors already confirmed it. She needs a perfectly matched fetal stem cell transplant. We dont have time to wait until the baby is born naturally. What if something goes wrong?

My fingers went numb on the IV pole.

Fetal stem cells

My father spoke next, his voice lower. We thought if we did it now, if we extracted early, we could save Elizabeth before its too late

Extract? Joaquins voice turned dangerous. You call that extraction?! That was reckless. That was stupid.

There was a pause. Heavy.

Then he spoke again, slower this time.

You think I dont know what she needs? he said quietly. You think I havent planned for this?

My heart started pounding so hard I couldnt breathe.

What do you mean planned? my mother asked.

Joaquin let out a breath, like he was tired of explaining something obvious.

I didnt get close to Laureen by accident, he said. I didnt marry her because I wanted to. And I definitely didnt make sure she got pregnant at the exact right time for no reason.

The hallway felt like it was closing in on me.

I did it because Elizabeth needed a perfect match, he continued. Fetal stem cells from a genetically compatible baby. That was the only way to save her.

Silence.

Then my mother whispered, So everything was for Elizabeth?

Yes, he said. No hesitation. Everything.

Something inside me shattered so completely it didnt even hurt at first.

So thats it?

Thats all I was?

A plan, a body, something to carry what they needed?

Joaquins voice dropped, colder than before.

But you went too far. I told you I had a timeline. I wouldve handled the procedure safely. You dont touch her again without my say. If anything happens to her before Im done with this, youll regret it.

Y-yes we understand, my father said quickly. We were just desperate

I stepped back before they could see me. My legs felt weak, barely holding me up. I made it to the stairwell and leaned against the wall, my whole body shaking.

Every memory hit me all at once. His voice. His hands. The way he looked at me.

I gripped the IV stand tighter, my nails digging into my skin.

He never loved me. Not even for a second.

The memories wouldnt stop. They just kept coming, one after another, like they were trying to drown me.

My mom almost died giving birth to me. Thats what they always said. Like I owed them something just for existing. She never looked at me without that quiet resentment in her eyes.

And my dad he loved her so much that he ended up hating me too.

Then they adopted Elizabeth.

And suddenly, the house had a sun.

Everything revolved around her.

I remember her school party. My parents showed up early, dressed like they were attending some big Hollywood event, smiling, laughing, taking photos with her like she was the only child they had.

My own school event was that same week. I waited at the gate until it got dark.

They never came.

I told myself they were busy. I kept telling myself that over and over.

Another time, Elizabeth tripped and scraped her knee. Just a small cut, barely bleeding, but my parents panicked like it was something serious. They stayed with her all night, comforting her, calling doctors, hovering over her like shed break.

That same week, the driver forgot to pick me up from school.

I waited at the gate until it got dark. Everyone left. The guards were closing up. I started walking, didnt even know where I was going.

A man followed me.

I remember his footsteps behind me, slow, getting closer. I started running, crying, my chest hurting so bad I thought Id collapse right there on the road.

My teacher found me. She saw me running, pulled over, and rushed me into her car. She drove me home herself.

When we got there, the house was bright. Laughter inside. They didnt even know I was missing.

I shouldve understood back then. I shouldve known no one was coming to save me.

I thought that would be my whole life.

Then the Cunberland banquet.

I didnt even want to go. I knew I didnt belong in those rooms full of billionaires and perfect people.

Elizabeth made sure I remembered that. She smiled sweetly right before she pushed me into the pool.

The water was freezing. My dress clung to me, heavy and embarrassing. When I climbed out, people were already laughing.

Look at you, she said, her voice soft but cruel. You really are pathetic. No one wants you. Not even your own parents.

I just stood there. Wet. Shaking. While everyone's laughing at me. Then Joaquin walked in like everything else didnt matter.

He didnt even hesitate. He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around me, his hands steady, his face cold.

Then he looked at everyone else.

Anyone else want to laugh? he said quietly. Go ahead. Try it.

No one did.

Not a single sound.

And just like that I felt seen. That was the moment I fell for him. He pursued me like I mattered. Like I was worth something.

After we got married, he gave me everything. The houses, the attention, the way he stayed close like he couldnt stand being away from me.

But at night, he was different.

Even when I cried, even when I begged him to slow down, to give me a second, he just held me tighter and kept going like none of it mattered.

I told myself, this is love too, right?

Isnt it? I thought he was the only person who ever wanted me.

But it turns out He wanted something from me.

Three years ago, Elizabeth suddenly became sick.

They said she had a rare condition, something about her blood, something about needing a perfect match for a stem cell transplant.

I didnt understand it back then. I just remembered sitting in that hospital room while doctors talked over my head.

Theres only one way now, one of them said. If Miss Laureen Covington has a child, theres a chance the baby could be a perfect genetic match.

I didnt think much of it at the time.

But now

Was that the moment everything started? Was that when he decided to come for me? So all of it the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, the way he made sure I got pregnant

None of it was real?

I felt like I couldnt breathe.

I stumbled back, my head spinning, and thats when I heard Elizabeths voice just outside my hospital room.

She was on the phone. Laughing.

Relax, Im fine, she said, almost bored. Theres nothing wrong with me. The whole thing about needing fetal stem cells? Fake. I just wanted to watch Laureen panic. Its more fun that way.

My chest tightened so hard it hurt.

She kept talking, her voice lighter, almost playful.

And Joaquin hes still convinced I was the girl he fell for that night. Thats why hes so obsessed with me. Its actually kind of funny. She laughed softly. He has no idea the one playing piano in the garden that night was Laureen.

My fingers went cold.

What?

Im not letting her take him, Elizabeth said, her tone dropping, something darker slipping through. Not now. Not ever. Hes mine.

The call ended.

And I just stood there.

He thought it was her but it was me. And because of that mistake, I became the one he used.

I dont even remember lifting my hand, but when I looked down, my phone was still recording. Every word. Every laugh.

Proof.

I dont know how I made it to the doctors office. My legs felt numb, like they didnt belong to me anymore.

I want an abortion, I said. My voice sounded rough, like it wasnt mine.

The doctor froze. Mrs. Cunberland youre already eights months along. This isnt a small decision. Are you absolutely sure? Maybe you should think about it again.

Ive thought about it, I said quietly. More than enough.

He hesitated, clearly uncomfortable.

But Mr. Cunberland made it very clear this child is extremely important, he added carefully. We cant proceed without his approval. If you insist, he needs to sign the consent form himself.

Of course he did. It was never my choice, was it? I closed my eyes for a second, then reached for the paper.

Give it to me. My fingers trembled as I took the consent form.

Then I turned and walked out.

As soon as I opened the door, I ran straight into him.

Joaquin.

He mustve rushed over. He was still in his suit, perfect like always, like nothing in his world ever fell apart. But his face, there was something else there. Tension. Worry.

For me?

The second he saw me, he let out a breath and pulled me into his arms like hed been holding it in the whole time.

Where did you go? he murmured against my hair, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, warm and familiar. Do you have any idea how worried I was? You just disappeared like that! What if something happened to you?

His voice was soft and almost scared.

It used to make me feel safe but now? It just hurt.

I slowly looked up at him. Are you really scared something might happen to me?

He frowned, like the question didnt make sense, and brushed my cheek gently with his fingers.

Of course I am, he said, quieter this time. Everyone knows youre everything to me. And youre carrying my child, how could I not be worried?

My child.

The words hit me so hard I almost lost my balance.

My fingers tightened around the paper in my hand. Dont react. Dont break here. Not in front of him.

I lowered my gaze and handed it over. I need to go for a checkup. They asked for your signature.

He took it casually at first, but then his eyes paused on the page.

What kind of checkup is this?

My heart jumped.

I moved my hand quickly, covering the lower part of the paper, Just routine. Late pregnancy screening. They said its standard.

He didnt look convinced. He was about to read more when his phone vibrated.

A message popped up.

Elizabeth.

[Joaquin, I'm dizzy]

I watched his face change right in front of me and just like that. All the focus he had on me was gone.

He didnt even hesitate. He signed the paper quickly and shoved it back into my hands.

Laureen, I need to go, he said, already stepping away. He held my face for a second, kissed my forehead like it meant something. You go ahead with the checkup. Ill come find you after. Ill stay with you with both of you.

Both of you.

He didnt even finish his sentence before turning away. And then he was gone.

Just like that.

I stood there, staring at the signature on the paper. His name, bold and careless.

Right under the words

Induced labor consent.

My vision blurred. I didnt even notice the tears falling until they hit the paper and smudged the ink.

The operating room was cold. Too bright.

Metal instruments clinked softly somewhere beside me, sharp and distant.

I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, my fingers curled tightly against the sheets. My body felt heavy, numb in places, but my chest it felt like it was being crushed slowly.

This is the choice I made.

I bit down hard on my lip, tasting blood almost immediately. Memories kept coming, one after another, like they refused to let me go.

The first time he stayed with me through the storm.

The lights had gone out, thunder shaking the windows, and I couldnt stop trembling. He sat beside me in the dark, his hand warm around mine, his voice steady. Its okay. Im here. I wont leave.

The day I got sick and could barely stand.

He carried me to bed without a word, tucked the blanket around me, his hand brushing my hair back so carefully. Rest. You dont have to be strong all the time.

When I couldnt keep food down during pregnancy.

He sat beside me, feeding me slowly, patient, soft. Just one more bite, okay? You need to eat. Im right here.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

All of it

Fake.

Every single word. Every touch. Every promise. Was there even one moment that was real?

Suddenly, the pain hit harder. My body tensed without warning, and a broken sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.

It hurts.

So much.

My fingers dug into my palms, nails pressing deep into my skin like I needed something to hold onto.

I thought I heard something.

A faint cry.

Or maybe it was just in my head.

Joaquin I whispered, barely even hearing my own voice. Why am I still calling him? Why

Tears slipped down the sides of my face, mixing with the cold sweat on my skin.

Everything felt distant. Blurry.

Like I was drifting somewhere far away from all of it.

The child

Gone.

And just like that

Whatever we had it was over.

I stayed in the hospital for a day and no one came.

Not my parents and not even Joaquin.

I waited at him first. I kept checking the door every time footsteps passed. Maybe he'd show up or maybe hed at least ask how I was but nothing.

In the end, I handled my own discharge. Signed the papers myself, packed my things, and walked out alone.

When I passed the VIP ward, the door was slightly open. I didnt mean to look, but I did.

And there they were...

My parents sat on both sides of Elizabeths bed, peeling fruit, feeding her water, their faces full of worry. The kind of worry Id begged for my whole life.

Joaquin stood near the doctor, holding a report, his brows slightly furrowed. His voice was low, careful, asking questions, making sure everything was fine.

Elizabeth reached out and tugged his sleeve, smiling softly.

He didnt even hesitate. He bent down right away, adjusted her blanket, his movements gentle, patient.

I stood outside the door, frozen. My fingers slowly curled into my palm without me noticing.

Why does it still hurt? Havent I seen this my whole life?

A memory slipped in before I could stop it.

When we were kids, we both fell off our bikes on the same afternoon. Gravel tore into our knees, palms scraped raw, both of us crying on the side of the road.

My parents rushed straight to her. Lifting her up, brushing the dirt from her skin, voices soft and panicked as they checked every little scratch.

I stayed where I was.

Still on the ground.

My hands stung, blood slowly dripping down my fingers, but I didnt move. I just watched them fuss over her like I wasnt even there.

No one came.

I told myself I got used to it.

And then I met Joaquin.

He gave me so much that I stopped looking at anyone else. I stopped wanting anything from anyone else.

But now

This was the first time I saw him treat someone better than he treated me.

So thats it, huh? No one ever really loved me.

When I got back to the villa, the place felt too big.

I went straight to my room and closed the door.

Then I took out the fake belly I bought and strapped it under my clothes. Adjusted it carefully in the mirror until it looked real enough.

Still pregnant. Still carrying his child.

I touched it lightly. My hand trembled for a second before I pulled away.

My real baby

I couldnt do it. I couldnt get rid of my own child. No matter what kind of lie this world had become, that baby was still mine.

So I paid the doctor a fortune to perform a C-section. I give him nough money to buy his silence. He agreed to hide the baby for me, said hed take care of everythingno records, no trace. And that when the time was right, I could come back and get my child.

After that I asked him for one more thing.

A dead baby. Unclaimed.

He hesitated at first, but money makes people quiet so he brought one.

I placed the tiny body into a beautifully wrapped box, soaked everything in formalin, sealed it carefully, and locked it inside the drawer.

This would be my gift to Joaquin.

After everything was done, I sat on the bed for a long time before picking up my phone.

I dialed a number I hadnt touched in years.

Hello? a woman answered.

Its me, I said softly. Laureen Covington.

There was a pause, then recognition. Laureen?! Its been a long time. Where are you now?

Im still in, Beverly Hills, California. But I dont want to stay here anymore. My voice came out steadier than I expected. I want to leave and go abroad. If the position at the Sunvale Academy is still open Id like to take it. I can teach piano. I can start anytime.

Thats sudden! You built a life there. Are you sure youre ready to walk away from everything?

Everything.

What did I even have to walk away from?

Ive thought about it, I said quietly. Theres nothing here for me anymore.

Alright, she said. Come in two weeks. Ill arrange everything on my side. Well take care of the rest once youre here.

Thank you, I whispered.

I hung up.

Two weeks.

Just two more weeks.

Not long after, I heard footsteps outside and the door opened. Joaquin walked in, his expression tightening slightly when he saw me.

Laureen, why didnt you tell me you were being discharged? Do you know how risky that was?! You shouldnt be moving around alone in your condition.

He walked over, his hand naturally resting on my stomach.

Dont do that again, he said softly. Tell me next time. What did the doctor say? Is everything okay? Is the baby fine?

The baby.

I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, another voice came in.

Sister, youre already home? Elizabeth stepped in, smiling brightly. You didnt even tell us, she continued, Do you know how worried Joaquin was? He almost turned the whole hospital upside down looking for you.

I looked at Joaquin.

He immediately explained, Liza wanted to leave the hospital for a few days. The air here is better, so I let her stay just until she feels stronger.

Elizabeth clasped her hands together, her smile soft and innocent. I hope Im not bothering you, sis. Ill only stay for a short while, I promise.

Her eyes met mine and there it was. That quiet challenge. Waiting. Watching.

Go on, break, her gaze seemed to say. Show them what you really are.

I didnt. I just nodded.

I wont disturb you, I said calmly.

That afternoon, I stayed on the sofa just watching.

No one asked me to join. No one noticed I didnt.

Joaquin moved around the house like I wasnt even there.

He personally told the servants how to prepare Elizabeths room. I heard every word.

Make sure the mattress is soft enough, he said, She had back issues before, dont make it uncomfortable for her. And check the temperature, she gets cold easily at night.

I sat there, hands resting on my lap, and just listened.

At dinner, it was the same.

She doesnt eat spicy foods, he reminded them. And peel the seafood properly, dont leave anything. The soup let it cool a bit before serving.

I stared at my plate.

When was the last time he remembered what I liked? Did he ever?

And then things started clicking in my head.

Moments I ignored before. Moments I thought meant nothing.

Every family gathering, his eyes always found Elizabeth somehow. Just for a second, just a glance but it was always there.

Every time she got sick, he somehow had a reason to pass by the hospital. Coincidences, he called them.

Even after I got pregnant, those times he seemed distracted, those long silences

He wasnt thinking about me.

He was thinking about her.

How did I miss all of that?

I closed my eyes slowly.

Laureen youre really pathetic.

For a second there, I really thought I was loved.

I barely ate that night. Just a few bites, enough so no one would ask questions, then I went back to my room.

Not long after, the door opened.

Joaquin walked in.

Why did you eat so little? he asked, sitting beside me on the bed. His hand slid into my hair, gentle, familiar. Are you not feeling well?

I moved slightly, avoiding his touch. Im not hungry.

He caught my hand instead, his fingers wrapping around mine. Not hungry at all?

Im fine, I said quietly.

He leaned closer. And what if Im not?

I froze.

Before I could say anything, he lowered his head, his lips brushing against my collarbone.

My body stiffened instantly.

It wasnt the first time.

Before, after I passed the early stage of pregnancy, he couldnt wait. Even when I cried, even when I told him it hurt, he would just hold me tighter, kiss my tears away, and whisper, Just this once, okay? I love you.

It was never the last time.

I pushed against him weakly. The baby

Its fine, he murmured, gripping my wrist gently but firmly. You can just help me a little, okay?

I didnt answer. What was I supposed to say?

The arms I used to run to now felt suffocating. His kiss deepened, and I felt my chest tighten more and more

Then a knock.

Joaquin? Laureen? Are you asleep?

Everything stopped. Joaquin pulled back immediately, and the look in his eyes changed so fast it almost made me laugh.

He stood up and opened the door.

Elizabeth stood there, smiling gently.

Sister, she said as she stepped in slowly, her eyes landing on me. Youre already this far along it must be exhausting, right? Ive been learning prenatal massage recently. It helps with stress and tension. I can help you relax a bit.

I dont need it, I said.

Her expression shifted instantly, her eyes turning red and her lips trembling slightly.

Do you not trust me? she asked softly, then looked at Joaquin. I just wanted to help, Joaquin. I thought maybe I could do something for her

Joaquin walked back to me, his hand warm as he touched my face.

Liza means well, he said gently. Let her help you, alright?

Elizabeth smiled again and stepped closer.

For prenatal massage, its important that your body stays completely relaxed, she said lightly. If you move too much, it can cause strain. We usually secure the hands and feet a little, just to keep everything steady.

Something cold slid through me.

Joaquin didnt question it. He just nodded and reached for a rope nearby.

I watched him as he tied my wrists to the headboard.

Slowly. Carefully.

The sound of the knot tightening echoed in my ears.

Why am I still hoping hell stop? I thought. Why am I still waiting for him to realize somethings wrong?

Joaquin, Elizabeth said softly, smiling at him. Thank you for trusting me. You can go out now. Its better if its quiet.

He nodded.

Before leaving, he leaned down, his fingers brushing my cheek gently.

Be good, he said softly. Listen to Liza, okay?

Then he walked out.

I stared at the closed door, and my chest tightened so hard I could barely breathe.

He didnt hesitate. Not even for a second.

She called, and he left. Just like that.

Sister, relax, Elizabeth said softly behind me as she stepped closer. Her fingers brushed over the ribbon tied around my wrists, slow and deliberate. If youre this tense, the massage wont work. Youll only make it harder for yourself.

I looked at her, my voice cold. I told you, I dont want this. Just leave.

She paused for a second, and the smile on her face slowly faded.

Then she leaned closer, her lips near my ear. So you know, dont you? she whispered.

My fingers trembled a little, but I kept my face still. Know what?

Oh come on, she let out a quiet laugh. Stop pretending. Youre not that stupid. You already know Joaquin only got close to you for the baby. For the fetal stem cells. For me.

My chest tightened, and I didnt move.

She sighed softly, almost sounding sorry. But even if you know what can you do? You cant stop any of this. You never could.

Her hand moved down, her fingertip pressing lightly against my stomach.

Before, it was you I played with, she murmured. After this baby is born itll be your child instead.

Something inside me snapped tight. I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood.

Are you done? I asked, my voice rough. If youre done, then get out.

She laughed again, quieter this time. You think I came here just to talk?

She turned and walked toward the cabinet, taking something out. A small bottle.

I said Im here to help you, she added lightly.

The next second, something cold splashed across my back.

It burned.

Before I could even react, the pain exploded through me.

Ah! I screamed, my body jerking violently.

It felt like my flesh was being torn apart piece by piece. My vision blurred instantly, my whole body shaking uncontrollably.

What what did you do?!

Elizabeth stepped back, watching calmly. Acid. Funny, right?

I struggled, pulling hard against the rope, but they cut into my wrists, tightening with every movement. The more I moved, the worse it burned.

It hurt. It hurt so much I couldnt even think.

My nails dug into my palms, my body twisting, trying to escape something I couldnt even see.

I screamed again, my voice hoarse, desperate.

Finally, I pulled with everything I had.

The rope snapped.

I fell off the bed, hitting the floor hard, barely even feeling it over the pain in my back. I grabbed the blanket, pressing it against my skin, trying to wipe it off, to stop it, to do anything.

It didnt stop right away.

It kept burning.

By the time it slowed, I was shaking so badly I could barely breathe. My back felt raw, wet, every breath sharp and unbearable.

I pushed myself up slowly, using the bed for support, my legs weak.

Step by step, I walked toward her.

Elizabeth suddenly screamed and dropped to the floor.

Ah! Joaquin! Help me! she cried, her voice shaking, tears instantly filling her eyes.

The door flew open.

Joaquin rushed in.

Elizabeth clutched her arm, sobbing. Its not her fault! I made her upset, Joaquin. She pushed me I didnt mean to make her angry

I looked at him.

He frowned, his eyes turning cold when they landed on me.

Laureen, what did you do? his voice was sharp. Liza was only trying to help you. Why would you treat her like this?

I opened my mouth, but the pain in my back shot through me so hard I couldnt even speak.

No words came out.

My fingers gripped the sheets tightly, turning white.

I didnt even get a chance to explain.

He had already bent down, lifted Elizabeth into his arms, holding her carefully.

Then he turned and walked out. He didnt even notice when his shoulder hit me.

I stumbled back and fell, my head hitting the corner of the table.

Something warm ran down my face. Blood.

But he didnt stop.

Didnt look back.

Not even once.

I lay there on the floor, watching him disappear down the hallway, holding her like she was the only thing that mattered.

My back burned. My head throbbed. Blood dripped onto the floor.

But none of that felt worse than this.

I was right here. Broken. Bleeding.

And he didnt even glance at me.

He used to panic over the smallest scratch on me.

Now I could disappear, and it wouldnt matter.

Joaquin my vision blurring again.

You love her that much, dont you?

If one day you find out That the person you loved from the very beginning wasnt her Will you regret it?

My back was still burning. Every inch of it hurt.

I sat there alone and tried to put medicine on it myself, my hands shaking so bad I could barely hold the bottle. Every touch felt sharp, deep, and unbearable.

But I didnt cry.

What was the point?

I think I ran out of tears a long time ago.

I had just finished when the door slammed open.

SMACK!

My head snapped to the side, and my moms hand burned across my face hard enough to make my ears ring.

You ungrateful child! she shouted, her voice shaking with anger. Liza was trying to help you, she even learned prenatal massage for you, and you pushed her? What kind of person are you?

Blood filled my mouth. I tasted it slowly as I turned back, but before I could even speak, my dad kicked my knee.

Pain shot up my leg and I dropped straight to the floor.

Drag her down, he said coldly. She needs to learn her place today.

Hands grabbed me before I could react, and they dragged me all the way down to the basement. It was cold there, and dark in a way that felt like it swallowed sound.

When they threw me inside, my eyes fell to the floor.

Thumbtacks.

Hundreds of them scattered across the ground, tiny and sharp, glinting faintly under the dim light like they were waiting.

Kneel, my mom said sharply. Do you even understand how sick Liza is? She needs that fetal stem cell treatment, shes already suffering so much, and she still tried to take care of you. And this is how you repay her?

I stared at the floor, then let out a small laugh.

If I said your adopted daughter hurt me first I murmured, my voice barely steady. Would you even believe me?

Nonsense! my dad snapped immediately. Liza would never do that. Shes kind, shes gentle. Even if she made a mistake, you shouldve endured it. Who do you think you are, to hurt her back?

I laughed again, softer this time, and it hurt to even breathe. My chest felt tight and my throat burned like something was lodged inside it.

Yeah

Even if she killed me, theyd probably worry more about her hands getting dirty.

M-mom do you even see me as your daughter?

Stop saying useless things! she said coldly. If you had even half of Lizas character, we wouldnt have to discipline you like this. Take off your shoes. Kneel. And dont even think about getting up until a full day has passed.

My dad gave a small gesture, and the bodyguards stepped closer.

Ill do it, I said quietly, pulling away from them.

I bent down slowly and took off my shoes. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the scattered metal points beneath me. Then I stepped forward.

The first one pierced my skin instantly.

My breath hitched, but I kept walking. One step, then another, and each movement drove more of them into my feet. Blood followed behind me, staining the floor in uneven drops.

Why does it still hurt this much? Havent I gone through worse?

I kept going until I reached the center.

Then I dropped to my knees.

Ah!

The pain exploded through me, sharp and unbearable, and my vision went dark for a second. My body shook hard, but I bit my lip and forced myself to stay upright.

I wouldnt fall. Not in front of them.

They didnt even look at me twice.

Dont move, my dad said coldly. Youre not allowed to get up.

Then they turned and left.

The door shut behind them.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

I knelt there, my whole body trembling, and the blood kept dripping beneath me, warm against the cold floor.

Time passed, though I couldnt tell how much. Minutes blurred into hours until everything felt the same.

My head started spinning, and my vision blurred at the edges. I swayed slightly, fighting to stay conscious.

Am I going to pass out here? Would anyone even care if I did?

The blood kept spreading, and my body felt heavier with every second, like something was pulling me down.

Just as everything began to fade

The door burst open.

Laureen!

For a second, I thought I imagined it. I tried to look up, but everything went black before I could see him clearly.

And then nothing.

I woke up in my bedroom.

The ceiling looked familiar, and everything felt too quiet. My back, feet and knees were bandaged, but the pain was still there, deep and constant like it had settled into my bones.

Youre awake?

Joaquins voice came from beside me.

I turned my head slowly. He was sitting there with red, exhausted eyes, like he hadnt slept in days. His tie was loose, shirt slightly wrinkled, and there was stubble on his jaw.

Im sorry Im late, he said, and then he pulled me into his arms. His hand rested on the back of my head, holding me close. Its okay now. Im here. Dont be scared.

His warmth used to make me feel safe. His heartbeat used to calm me down.

Now my body just went stiff.

Why does it feel like I cant breathe when he holds me now?

Every time my parents punished me before, it was him who came. Always him. I used to think he was my escape. The only light in a house that never loved me.

But now I know better.

Hes not my escape.

Hes part of it.

Whats wrong? Joaquin asked, pulling back slightly to look at me. Are you still in pain? Ill call your doctor.

No need, I said quietly, gripping the blanket. Its just a headache.

He frowned a little, but he didnt push. Then he stood up.

Ill get your medicine.

He walked to the bedside table and opened the drawer. My body went cold.

No!

I saw it before he did. That box. The one I put there.

My heart slammed hard in my chest.

He reached in and paused. Whats this? his fingers touched the ribbon. Did you buy something?

No!

It came out sharp. Too fast.

I fell off the bed, pain shooting through my knee, but I didnt care. I grabbed the box and shoved it back into the drawer before he could pull it out. My hands were shaking.

Joaquin paused, then let out a soft laugh. What, youre keeping secrets from me now?

I stayed on the floor, breathing uneven. Then I looked up at him.

Arent you the one keeping secrets? I asked quietly.

His expression didnt change. He just stepped closer and brushed my hair back like nothing happened.

What secrets would I have from you? he said softly. Youre overthinking again.

Overthinking.

Is that what this is?

I stared at him. Calm face. Gentle eyes. Like nothing in the world was wrong.

How can someone lie this easily?

My chest felt tight, like something was slowly closing around it.

I almost lost my child. My real child. Because of everything around me.

And he still acts like Im the fragile one.

After that, he fed me my medicine himself. Stayed close all the time, watching me like I might break.

In the next few days, he didnt leave. Not once.

He canceled all his work and stayed with me every step.

He bought an entire jewelry store just because I glanced at the window.

He tried cooking for me once, saying he wanted to learn what pregnant women needed. He burned his finger and still smiled like it didnt hurt.

At night, when I moved even a little, he would wake up right away and pull the blanket back over me, careful and quiet.

Dont get cold, hed whisper.

A perfect husband.

Thats what everyone said.

I used to believe it too, but I knew what Joaquin did when I fell asleep. He didnt stay. He never really stayed. Once my breathing settled, he would slip out of bed without a sound, then leave for the hospital to her.

I found out by accident. One night, he left his phone on the table and the screen lit up.

Hows Lizas heart rate today?

Shes still taking painkillers, shes scared of pain, keep monitoring.

Report to me anytime.

So calm. So normal. Meanwhile I was in the same house, carrying his child.

Then her messages came. Elizabeth didnt even try to hide anything. Photos and videos, sent one after another, bold and unapologetic.

Joaquin sitting by her hospital bed, feeding her warm food slowly, careful with every movement. My parents stood beside her, their faces full of worry, focused only on her.

Then a video. Security footage.

Joaquin leaned down, brushed her hair back, then kissed her forehead while she slept. His eyes were soft, painfully soft the kind of warmth I thought belonged to me.

My hands shook as I watched.

Then her message came right after.

See that? How are you supposed to win against me?

Tears fell onto the screen, but I didnt wipe them away.

Am I even supposed to fight this, or am I already losing and just refusing to admit it?

The door opened.

Why are you crying?

Joaquin walked in quickly and came straight to me, his thumb brushing under my eye. Is the baby bothering you again?

I turned my face slightly.

Its nothing, I said. I just saw a video.

What kind of video makes you cry like this? he asked, his tone soft with a hint of teasing. He pinched my nose lightly.

A couple getting married, I said.

He let out a quiet laugh. Youre crying over strangers now?

I lowered my eyes. Its just love is hard. Finding someone who loves you back, someone you can actually stay with

He looked at me for a moment, then cupped my face.

You dont need to think about that, he said. You love me and I love you. Thats enough. Were forever.

Forever.

He said it so easily, so naturally.

I remembered our wedding, the way he looked at me when he said I do, like I was everything.

How did I believe that or did I just want to?

I forced a small nod. Yeah, I said quietly. Thats enough.

He smiled, satisfied, then pulled me into his arms.

The day he left for his business trip, the villa felt different.

Before leaving, he gave instructions to every servant, one after another.

She only drinks warm water, not too hot.

Fresh fruit at three, remove the stems from the strawberries.

She kicks the blanket at night, so check on her.

He stood at the door in his suit, flawless as always, then bent down and kissed my forehead.

Be good, he said softly. Wait for me.

I smiled and nodded, watching his car disappear.

The moment it was gone, my smile faded. The servants were still whispering.

He really loves her

I didnt respond. I went upstairs and started packing.

My bags were only half done when the door slammed open.

Elizabeth stumbled in.

I paused for a second, then kept packing.

She grabbed her phone with shaking hands.

Dad Mom she cried. I killed someone

My fingers stopped.

My moms voice came through, sharp with panic. Liza? What happened?

I was driving Elizabeth sobbed. I didnt see her, an old woman crossed the road and I hit her shes not moving! I think shes dead

Her voice broke completely.

I didnt mean to, I swear I didnt mean to

My dads voice followed, urgent and firm. Stay where you are. Dont move. Were coming right now.

The call ended, and the room went silent.

The moment they arrived, they rushed straight to Elizabeth, pulling her into their arms and wiping the blood from her face like she might break.

Liza, dont be scared. Mom and Dad are here.

She clung to them, crying harder.

Dad! Mom! The police will find me. I dont want to go to jail, I cant

My fathers voice dropped. Did anyone see your face clearly?

She was old Elizabeth said between sobs. I dont think she saw me properly

My parents exchanged a look.

Then they turned to me.

I already knew.

Go take the blame for Liza.

I blinked, my mind going blank for a second.

What?

My mother stepped closer, her voice sharp. Liza has stem cell treatment coming up. If she goes to jail, it will ruin everything. Youll just say it was you. Joaquin will get you out anyway.

My throat went dry.

Im not going, I said. My voice cracked anyway. Elizabeth is your daughter, but what about me? Am I nothing to you?

Smack.

Her hand hit my face so hard my head snapped to the side.

You will go, she said coldly. Whether you want to or not.

My father didnt even hesitate. He struck the back of my neck.

Pain exploded. My vision blurred instantly.

And the last thing I heard was them comforting her.

Dont be afraid, Liza. When the police come, just say your sister is unstable. Say she has violent tendencies.

Then everything went black.

Cold. That was the first thing I felt when I woke up.

Damp air clung to my skin, and I was lying on a hard bed beneath a ceiling stained with dark patches I didnt recognize at first.

Awake?

A police officer stood outside the bars, arms folded, voice flat.

Your parents reported you, he said. You admitted to hitting a pedestrian with intent. Evidence matches. Youre under arrest.

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. My throat was too dry.

So they really did it.

For her they actually did it.

Days blurred after that. I couldnt even tell how many passed, only that time stopped meaning anything inside that place.

On the first night, another inmate shoved me hard into the wall and took my coat.

New girl, huh? she sneered. You think youre better than us?

She grabbed my hair and slammed my head against concrete.

Try crying again and Ill make you wish you didnt.

I didnt have the strength to fight back properly, only to breathe through the pain.

On the second night, they moved me into a mixed holding cell because of overcrowding.

A man laughed the moment he saw me.

Fresh meat? he said, stepping closer. Come on, dont be shy.

I backed away, nails digging into my palm until I felt blood. Someone grabbed me anyway. I fought back, scratched, anything I could manage.

They hit me until my body stopped responding the way I wanted it to.

A guard finally came in and pulled them off, shouting something I barely registered.

On the third night, I just curled up in a corner with a fever burning through my body.

Voices moved around me like I wasnt even there.

I heard her husband is some big CEO

Then why is she here? That doesnt make sense.

I almost laughed.

Husband.

Where was he when I was here?

Where was anyone?

I pressed my forehead to my knees and stayed still.

On the fourth morning, the door finally opened.

Laureen. Youre being released.

The light outside hurt my eyes, so I squinted as I stepped out, unsteady.

And then I saw him.

Joaquin.

Standing there in a suit like nothing had ever touched him.

Laureen. He rushed forward and pulled me into his arms. Im sorry Im late.

His hands were warm, his scent clean, too clean compared to everything I had just come from.

Dont worry, he said softly, holding my face. Its all taken care of now.

I didnt move.

His hand dropped instinctively to my stomach, checking, as if that was the only thing that mattered.

How pathetic.

I almost died in there, and hes checking that.

With me here, this wont happen again, he said. Ill protect you.

I stared at him. Really?

He nodded without hesitation. Of course.

If you had to choose between me and Elizabeth who would you protect?

Silence followed. Not even a flicker of doubt this time.

After a long moment, he said, I would protect you. You and the baby are everything to me.

I smiled faintly, but my eyes burned, so I turned away.

The first thing I did when I got home was shower.

Water hit my skin, and I just stood there under it, unmoving, like I was trying to wash off something that had already sunk too deep to leave.

When I finally stepped out, I stood in front of the mirror and slowly pulled out the fake pillow stuffed under my clothes. My hands trembled slightly as it fell to the floor.

My stomach was flat again. No baby. No future I could hold onto. Only silence and old scars.

Ding.

My phone lit up. A video from Elizabeth.

I didnt want to open it, but I did anyway.

Elizabeth lay in bed, soft and perfectly composed, as if nothing had ever happened.

My parents were beside her, tending to her gently, my mother peeling fruit while my father adjusted her blanket, both acting like she was the only child that mattered.

Dad, Mom, should we visit my sister? Elizabeth asked sweetly, tilting her head. I heard prison is really bad

My mother scoffed. Why would we? Shes tough. A little hardship wont break her.

My father nodded. She always exaggerates anyway.

The video shifted.

Joaquin walked in holding a bowl of warm food, then sat beside Elizabeths bed and carefully blew on it.

Eat while its hot, he said gently.

Elizabeth smiled at him. You came straight to me after hearing I wasnt feeling well. Its just a small fever you should probably check on Laureen instead and help her get out.

Joaquin didnt even look up. Dont worry about her. Ill take care of it later. Right now, you are more important than her.

After. Always after.

Elizabeth leaned closer to the camera, smiling like she had already won.

The phone slipped from my hand.

Bang.

It hit the floor hard.

And something inside me broke completely.

I sank down slowly, knees hitting the tiles, and then it all came out before I could stop it. Not quite crying. Something emptier, something raw and broken that didnt feel like it belonged to a living person anymore.

I curled up there, shaking, tears mixing with the dampness still on my skin from the shower.

So this is it

I almost died in prison, and none of them even looked back.

Not my parents. Not him. Not anyone.

Days after that, Joaquin noticed something was off.

Elizabeth finally moved out of the villa, but nothing really changed. He just stayed closer to me, like I was something fragile he needed to monitor.

Gentle. Careful. Always watching.

But I knew it wasnt me he was watching.

It was the baby.

Then one evening, my parents called and invited us to dinner.

In the car, Joaquin kept his arm around me, holding me close, steady and familiar.

You dont have to be scared, he said softly. Im here this time, so nothing will happen to you.

I didnt answer. I just watched the world pass by outside the window.

When we arrived, the house looked unchanged. Too bright, too normal, almost untouched by everything that had broken inside me.

At the table, I barely touched my food.

My mom kept fussing over Elizabeth, my adopted sister, smiling at her as though she was the center of everything, and my dad followed her lead without hesitation.

Joaquin sat beside me, present in body but never fully here. His attention kept slipping back to her.

Every time she moved, he noticed. Every time she spoke, he listened.

When her fork slipped, he replaced it immediately.

When her glass emptied, he stood up to refill it.

When something touched the corner of her mouth, he reached for a napkin without thinking.

Natural. Automatic. Like it had always been his place.

Elizabeth laughed softly. Okay, okay, dont spoil me too much. My sister finally came home, I should behave.

My mom looked at me and sighed. She never eats much when she comes here. Always been like this.

My dad shook his head. Ever since she was young, shes been difficult. Never satisfied.

Something inside me went still, then snapped cleanly.

I pushed my chair back and stood up.

I only eat less here because Im allergic to what you always cook, I said evenly. Because everything you make is always for her.

Silence dropped over the table.

I looked at them, then at Joaquin, keeping my voice low but steady.

I just wanted to live, I said. Was that really too much?

No one responded.

So I turned and walked away.

Elizabeth came after me and grabbed my arm.

Sister, dont be mad, she said softly. Mom and Dad didnt mean it

I was about to pull away when a shout cut through the street.

Move! Get out of the way!

I turned.

A bulldog had broken free from its leash and was charging straight toward us.

Everything collapsed into motion.

My parents and Joaquin reacted at once, rushing toward Elizabeth without a second thought.

Liza!

They pulled her behind them, shielding her completely, leaving no space for anything else.

I barely managed to step aside.

The bulldog hit me a second later.

Pain tore through my arm.

It clamped down hard, ripping into skin, and the sound came first, then the burn that followed, sharp and unbearable.

I fell back, vision whitening at the edges.

Through the fading blur, I saw them.

My parents checking Elizabeth frantically, hands over her arms, her face, asking if she was hurt.

Joaquin already had her in his arms, holding her close.

Its okay, Liza Ive got you

His voice stayed calm. Familiar. The same one that used to belong to me.

No one came over. Not once.

Blood ran down my arm, warm against the air, but I just stared at them.

So this is what Ive become

Someone they dont even turn back for.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed again.

My arm was bandaged, throbbing under the gauze.

Outside my room, I could hear them talking to the doctor.

How is the baby? my mother asked quickly. Is it okay? Nothing happened, right?

My fingers tightened around the blanket.

I sat up and reached for the glass of water beside me.

Then I threw it.

SMASH!

Shards scattered across the floor.

That finally made them turn.

Im fine, I said flatly. The baby is fine too.

The doctor looked between us, clearly uncomfortable. I glanced at her and warned her with my eyes never to reveal that I wasn't really pregnant. She nodded understandingly and quickly left.

My mother sighed in relief, then frowned.

She didnt even protect herself, she said. Lucky the babys fine. Shes already so far along, what if something had happened

I stared at her.

So thats all I am to them now.

A container. Nothing else.

Because if anything happens to this baby, Elizabeth loses her treatment option. That fake illness of hers. That whole story they all chose to believe.

I almost said it out loud.

Elizabeth isnt sick at all. She never was.

But I didnt.

I just swallowed it down.

Let them keep living in it.

Joaquin came closer, sitting beside my bed.

Laureen, he said softly. I thought it was a threat. I was just trying to protect you

Its fine, I cut him off. I understand.

I didnt want to hear any more of his explanations.

They were all the same. Always late. Always wrong.

In the days after, they stayed in the hospital with me. All of them but none of them were really there.

My mother kept checking her phone, waiting for updates on Elizabeth.

My father kept finding excuses to leave and call her.

Joaquin sat next to me, but his eyes kept drifting away, like he was somewhere else entirely.

I watched them quietly.

It will be over soon.

That was the only thought I had left.

The day I was discharged, I got a call.

The Sunvale Academy confirmed your enrollment, the voice said over the line. You can leave anytime.

I paused for a second, fingers tightening around the phone.

Tomorrow, I said quietly. Ill go tomorrow.

Then I hung up before I could think twice.

Not long after, the door opened and Joaquin stepped in.

Who was that? he asked, eyes narrowing slightly.

No one, I answered without looking at him.

He studied me for a moment, like he was trying to read something I wasnt saying, then let out a small sigh.

Tomorrow is my birthday banquet, he said. Elizabeth already arranged everything. Youre coming with me.

I didnt respond. Not yes, not no. I just stayed quiet.

He took that silence as agreement anyway.

The next morning, I pressed a hand lightly over my stomach and sat on the edge of the bed.

I dont feel well, I said softly when he came closer.

Joaquin frowned immediately, stepping toward me. What kind of pain? Is it the baby?

The babys kicking too hard, I added, lowering my gaze. You should go ahead first. It's your big day. Don't worry, I already prepared your gift. Ill send it later.

He hesitated, eyes searching my face like he didnt fully trust the words, but I kept still. Calm.

After a moment, he exhaled.

Are you sure youll be okay alone? he asked.

Ill be fine, I said. Its just discomfort, not an emergency.

He reached out, brushing my cheek gently.

If anything changes, call me immediately, he said. Dont wait. I mean it.

I know, I replied softly.

Then he nodded, finally stepping back.

Ill come back early after the dinner, he added. Wait for me.

And then he left.

The moment the door closed, everything went quiet.

I stayed still for a second longer, listening to the silence, making sure he was really gone.

Then I stood up.

I opened the drawer and pulled out three boxes I had prepared long before that day ever came.

The first one was for Joaquin.

Inside was a divorce agreement, already signed, and everything he never bothered to ask about but should have known.

The second was for my parents.

No words inside, just a clean break, everything that tied me to them cut down to nothing.

The third one was heavier than the rest.

That one was for everyone.

A USB drive.

Everything Elizabeth said when she thought no one was listening. Her lies, her fake illness, the story they built around her like it was truth. And buried inside it all, the footage that showed where Joaquins eyes always went first.

I wrapped it carefully, then called a delivery service.

When the man arrived, I handed it over without hesitation.

This goes to the birthday banquet tonight, I said. Make sure its opened in front of everyone.

He nodded, not asking questions, and left.

I stood there for a moment after the door closed, staring at the empty space he left behind.

Then I picked up my luggage.

And walked out of the house without once looking back.