Part 2Six Long Straws

I handed my hand to him. Just as I was about to turn and go on stage, Ethan suddenly stopped. "Wait."

He looked at the wedding dress I was wearing, frowned, and took out his phone to call his assistant on the spot.

"Air freight that wedding dress I personally designed two years ago immediately."

The moment the phone screen went dark.

I saw Ethan's lock screen wallpaper. It was a very revealing photo of me, revealing enough to make one blush.

If I remember correctly, that photo was only sent to Lucas.

He always sent my photos to the group chat to show off to his good buddies, boasting about his conquest.

And took pride in it.

It's a pity Lucas was stupid enough not to know that these "brothers" were like hungry wolves, all coveting his girlfriend.

Ethan was the most frenzied one.

Every time Lucas posted a photo of me, he frantically screenshot and saved it.

He even set it as his lock screen wallpaper.

I heard this from other groomsmen. I thought they were joking, but I didn't expect it to be true.

While waiting for the wedding dress, my parents frowned and tried to drive me away.

"Cynthia, marriage is a major life event, not a game. How can you just pick a groom randomly and get married?"

"Since you're not getting married today, give the wedding venue to your sister. Let her and Lucas get married quickly."

I sneered, "Who said I'm not getting married?"

In front of everyone, I took Ethan's arm. "My husband just sent someone to get the dress."

My parents frowned again, lowering their voices to persuade me.

"Stop messing around. Your sister is pregnant; she can't wait."

"If you keep making a scene like this, both you sisters will become a joke. You're the older sister; be sensible."

My dad also looked stern, scolding me for being ignorant. Self-mockery rose in my eyes.

It was precisely because I had been too sensible all these years.

Whatever Chloe wanted, she could snatch away smoothly.

Even my fiancé. If she wanted to play, she could just crook her finger and lead him to bed.

Now she crashed my wedding with a pregnancy test report, kneeling on the ground looking pitiful, begging me.

"Sister, I just found out I'm pregnant with Lucas's child. It was because he got drunk and accidentally mistook me for you."

Lucas also looked pained. "Chloe is pregnant with my child; I have to be responsible. Cynthia, I can't marry you."

Actually, I knew long ago. He found me rigid and boring and didn't want to marry me at all.

That's why he staged this drama with Chloe.

Now facing my mom's questioning, I spoke coldly: "What do I have to be afraid of being laughed at? The one who got pregnant out of wedlock is the joke."

Saying this, I looked at Lucas again.

"And some people who can't control their lower body are also jokes."

Fire flashed in Lucas's eyes. "Cynthia, who are you cursing?"

"I said it was just an accident."

He looked me up and down with a sneer. "You couldn't handle the situation, so you did this on purpose, right? As long as you kneel and beg me, I'll let my buddy marry you."

A condescending and charitable tone.

As if his buddies would listen to him just because he said so.

Ethan was about to speak up for me, but I stopped him in time.

I gently spat out two words.

"Dream on."

Lucas's face instantly became extremely ugly. He gave a sinister smile and sat back down.

"Then I want to see how you end this today."

Ten minutes later, a commotion came from outside the wedding venue. Ethan's assistant pushed the door open and entered.

"Mr. Hunt, the wedding dress you asked for is here!"