Stolen love: In love with my sister 's fiance-Chapter 55: A morning of regret

The morning rays kissed Elaine's face, pulling her from the depths of sleep. She blinked, her mind hazy—until reality hit her like a crashing wave. Last night.

Her breath hitched as she turned her head to the left. The sheets were slightly rumpled, but Adrian was gone. A strange feeling curled inside her chest—was it relief or disappointment? She couldn't tell.

She sat up slowly, wrapping the blanket around herself as if it could shield her from the weight of her thoughts. What had she done?

At the moment of vulnerability, she had lost control. Had she used Adrian? Her stomach twisted at the thought. She knew his feelings, and yet... she had acted on heartbreak, on impulse.

Would he hate her now?

Elaine forced herself to move, her legs feeling weak as she walked toward the bathroom. She flicked on the light and faced herself in the mirror. Her reflection told the story of the night she wanted to forget but couldn't erase.

Hickeys. Dark, undeniable marks trailed across her collarbone, down her neck—evidence of a night neither of them could take back. Her fingers trembled as she traced her lips, a ghost of last night's kiss still lingering.

Adrian's kiss. It had been desperate, like his life depended on her, like he was pouring everything he had ever felt into that moment. And then, Alex's kiss flashed in her mind—gentle, careful, familiar.

Her heart clenched.

What had she done?

Would she ever be able to face Adrian again?

Elaine stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection one last time before getting ready. Her thoughts were still tangled in the memories of the night before, but she pushed them aside. She couldn't afford to dwell on them now.

Just as she was about to pick up her phone, the screen lit up with a notification.

Adrian.

She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the message.

> Sorry for leaving. Something came up.

Her chest tightened. She wanted to ask what happened, but a part of her hesitated. Would it be okay to call him?

She did.

The call connected almost instantly, and Adrian's voice came through the line—tired, drained.

"Adrian... what happened?"

A deep breath on the other end. Then, his voice, heavy with exhaustion and worry.

"Someone attacked our house last night. My mother... her health deteriorated. I'm at the hospital now. I don't know what's going to happen."

Elaine's breath caught in her throat.

His mother. His sister. Attacked.

Her own problems—**her guilt, her confusion, the weight of last night—**all faded in an instant.

Without thinking, she grabbed her bag and rushed outside, hailing a taxi.

She found Adrian in the hospital corridor, standing still, looking completely drained. His face was pale, dark circles under his eyes, his clothes wrinkled. He looked like he hadn't slept at all.

Elaine forgot everything else the moment she saw him.

She wrapped her arms around him.

Adrian stiffened for a second before his arms tightened around her, his grip desperate—like he was holding onto the only steady thing left in his life.

"I don't know who did this," he whispered against her hair. "They attacked my mother and my sister... but their condition is so bad... It must be my fault."

Elaine felt her heart clench.

This wasn't the strong, confident Adrian she knew. This was a broken son and brother, blaming himself for something that wasn't his fault.

And at that moment, nothing else mattered.

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Elaine looked at Adrian, guilt gnawing at her. He gazed back at her with love—love she didn't deserve. She had used him to numb her own pain, yet he still looked at her like she was his whole world.

Adrian reached for her hand, his touch warm yet fragile. "How are you?" he asked softly.

She nodded mechanically. Everything in his life was falling apart, yet he was still worried about her. How could her heart not soften at that?

Elaine and Adrian sat in silence in the hospital waiting area. The weight of unspoken words lingered between them, heavy and suffocating. Elaine hesitated, her fingers twisting together in her lap. She wanted to say something, but the words felt stuck in her throat.

Adrian, sensing her inner turmoil, took a deep breath. "Let's go. I need to talk to you."

Elaine looked up, her heart pounding. She nodded silently, and they both stood, walking side by side until they reached the hospital garden. The night air was cool, and the scent of flowers mixed with the distant hum of the city. They sat on a wooden bench, the silence stretching between them like an invisible wall.

Both opened their mouths to speak at the same time.

"About last night—" Elaine started.

"About the night—" Adrian began.

They stopped, a small awkward pause before Adrian let out a faint smile. "You go first," Elaine said softly.

Adrian exhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts. "About last night... do you regret it?" His voice was steady, but there was something vulnerable hidden beneath it.

Elaine's breath hitched. She had known this moment would come, yet she still wasn't prepared for it. She hesitated, struggling to form the words.

"I... I'm sorry, Adrian," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Whatever happened last night... in a moment of vulnerability, I took advantage of it."

Adrian didn't say anything. His expression remained unreadable, but his jaw tightened, his eyes darkening. He already knew where this was going.

Elaine swallowed hard, forcing herself to continue. "Last night... it was a mistake. I hope you can forget it and forgive me."

Her voice wavered, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Adrian's breath hitched slightly, his face flickering with pain before he masked it under cold indifference. His voice, when he finally spoke, was thick with restrained emotion.

"I understand."

The simplicity of his words made her chest tighten.

Without another word, Adrian stood up, his expression void of warmth—the distance between them suddenly feeling insurmountable. He turned away, his posture rigid, his steps slow but deliberate.

Elaine remained seated, watching his retreating figure. Her hands clenched into fists, and her heart ached in a way she hadn't expected.

Had she made a mistake... or was this the only choice she had?

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Two days passed, and she hadn't heard from Adrian. Not a single call, not a single message. Today was her graduation ceremony, a day she had long planned for—one that was supposed to mark a fresh start, a way to leave everything behind.

But first, she needed to see Adrian.

The campus was filled with students, their excitement palpable as they waited for their diplomas. She scanned the crowd, searching for him. But he wasn't there.

A knot formed in her stomach. Without thinking, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.

No answer.

She tried again.

And again.

On the third call, someone finally picked up. But it wasn't Adrian's voice.

"Who's calling?" a man's voice asked.

Elaine's throat tightened. "Where is Adrian?"

A long silence. Then, the man's voice came through, flat and emotionless.

"The person you're calling... is dead."

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And that's the last Chapter

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This chapter is updat𝙚d by freeweɓnovel.cøm.

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