I married a vegetative person but my real husband is actually his brother

Eliara's POV

The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air as I lay motionless on the hospital bed. My body was weak, my mind spinning, it's was as if I was hit by a truck and beaten half to death, suspended between fever dreams and the cruel sting of reality.

The slow drip of the IV and the beeping of the monitoring machine was the only sound filling the room until the buzz of my phone shattered the silence.

I blinked, a headache coming in due to the sound, my groggy fingers fumbling for the device on the tray beside me. My thumb hovered over the screen. A notification blinked at me.

*Alexander Lancaster spotted with mystery woman, are wedding bells off?*

My breath caught in my throat, my heart sank to my stomach, for a minute I doubted my sights, I even thought for a moment it might be another person entirely and not him but was I wrong.

I clicked the article with trembling fingers. The photo loaded slowly and agonizingly slow was it. And then the world stopped spinning, the words I use in deceiving and living in my own delusional bubbles burst.

No! No! No!

But no matter how many No's I say to myself, there they were, Alexander, the man I had loved for seven years and cared about more than myself and her, Serena, my adoptive parents real daughter, who is kind of my sister, in a sense. The long-lost daughter my adoptive parents had searched for in hushed whispers and desperate prayers. Which was answered.

His arm was wrapped around her waist smugly , her face tilted into his chest, and that smile. That soft, tender smile, the one I thought was mine.

The monitoring system or IV monitor, whatever the name is, beeped erratically matching my heart rate, my vision blurred and my head pounded as if ten nails were been Hammered into them.

I dialed him, Once, Twice, but it all went to Voicemail.

The silence was louder than any scream, it was the kind that happens but isn't needed and isn't a good one.

Then the phone rang again, my Mother.

My gut twisted. I answered with shaky hands. "Hello?"

"Darling," she cooed, false sweetness coating every syllable, it never means good whenever she is like this, either she wants something or it's trouble, "Aren't you going to congratulate your sister? She and Alexander, don't they make such a stunning couple, hmm?"

I couldn't breathe, the pain and betrayal was much, my heart hurts so much, my lungs burns.