Pregnant For My Ex Fiancés Father Liv Bennett and Kaelon Blackwood

My steps slowed, and I could hear my heartbeat ringing in my ears.

Wasn't that Vivi's voice?

All I wanted to get from our suite was a breather from the fake smiles and loud music of the hall. 

I never expected to be greeted by such a heart-wrenching sight. 

You might be wondering what the hell is going on? 

Well, it's supposed to be my fucking bachelorette party. As well as his bachelor party.

We are SUPPOSED to be married by morning.

Aaron had been adamant-we weren't going to do separate parties like everyone else. He didn't want a bachelor party without me.

I also didn't want a bachelorette party where I would have to plaster on an unwilling smile, wave, and say, "Thanks for coming,"  to strangers.

So here we were, throwing a joint party, dancing among his friends and family, in the glamorous ballroom of his father's hotel.  

I continued down towards the suite and stopped in front of the door. 

My heart raced as I got closer, and then I heard Vivi's voice, soft and breathless, whispering Aaron's name like it was the only word she knew. My chest tightened, and I peeked through the door.

There they were, Aaron kept thrusting hard into her wetness, and she was visibly enjoying herself, judging from the slick sounds that erupted from the effect of Aaron's dick in her.

He wasn't using a condom!

A wave of nausea hit me so fast, I had to steady myself against the wall. This couldn't be happening. 

I stood there, frozen, my mind swirling back to all the moments I had doubted myself. 

All the times Vivi had made little comments about how "lucky" I was to have Aaron. How often she had remarked on his wealth, his power. 

I'd always brushed it off as her being an elite socialite, always trying to make herself feel better. But now, the truth stood before me, cruel and undeniable.

I don't know how long I stood there, watching the man I was about to marry fucking the hell out of my stepsister right in the middle of our pre-wedding party. 

The more I saw him thrusting himself into her with low grunts and hearing her squirm and moan in pleasure beneath him, the more dizzy I felt.

Eventually, my legs felt like they would give out beneath me, and I turned away, numbly heading back to the party. The ballroom spun around me as I stepped inside, the laughter and chatter of the guests like distant echoes. 

All around me, people were laughing, smiling, raising their glasses in toast to my "good fortune." 

"You're so lucky, Liv," one of Aaron's aunts said, a glass of champagne in hand as she sauntered over. "Aaron is such a catch! Handsome, successful... you're marrying into a dream."

I forced a smile, my lips feeling stiff. "Yeah... lucky me."

"Look at you," another woman cooed, her eyes scanning my dress from head to toe. "You look stunning. That dress must have cost a fortune! Oh, but of course, Aaron's family has impeccable taste."

"Thank you," I murmured, feeling the bile rise in my throat.

"You're going to be the envy of everyone," she continued, her voice sickly sweet. "I mean, marrying into that family? Some of us could only dream."

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I nodded politely, each word sinking deeper into my skin like poison. 

Envy of everyone? Is that all they thought this was? A business transaction? Did any of them see me, the real me, or did they only see the girl who didn't come from money, marrying into it?

I turned away, my pulse quickening as the walls of the ballroom seemed to close in around me. The chandeliers sparkled overhead, their light too bright, the music too loud. My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of their words pressing down on me, suffocating me.

"Are you alright, Liv?" Aaron's mother's sister, Cecil, appeared beside me, her hand resting on my arm. Her eyes were kind but calculating, the perfect image of high society grace. "You seem a bit... off."