He Proposed to My Sister on Our Anniversary Chapter 2

The police officers took my marriage certificate, verified it, and then looked sharply at the man on stage.

"Mr. Caldwell, this lady has presented a valid marriage certificate, accusing you of bigamy. Please cooperate with us and return to the station to assist with the investigation."

The surroundings immediately erupted in whispers.

The guests' murmurs surged like a tide.

"Chloe Hayes must be crazy, right? How could she have Mr. Caldwell's marriage certificate?"

"It must be fake, right? How could Mr. Caldwell marry her?"

Rachel clutched Liam's suit lapel, sobbing, "Liam, I'm scared... How could Chloe do this to us?"

Liam patted her back, then turned to stare at me, his tone flat, as if looking at a stranger.

"Officers, this lady is my wife's sister. She's been working long hours and hasn't been mentally well, suffering from severe delusions."

He pointed to the certificate in my hand. "This marriage certificate is one she fabricated herself. You can easily verify it with the official system."

He said it so confidently, so calmly.

His cold words felt like a blunt knife tearing at my heart.

I looked at the man I had loved for three years, and a chill ran from my toes to the top of my head.

"Liam, look me in the eyes and say that again." I dug my nails into my palms, determined not to show any weakness. "Our three-year marriage was just a delusion?"

"Enough! You disgraceful spectacle!"

A furious roar rang out.

A sharp pain shot across my cheek.

My biological father, Martin Hayes, had rushed over at some point and slapped me hard.

The force of it made my head snap to the side, and a trickle of blood immediately seeped from the corner of my mouth.

"Today is Rachel's engagement ceremony. Why do you have to choose today to cause a scene? Are you only satisfied if you ruin your sister's happiness?" Martin Hayes pointed a trembling finger at my nose, red with rage.

Wiping sweat from his brow, he handed his business card to the police officers, forcing a smile.

"I apologize, officers, this is all a misunderstanding. We'll take her home now and discipline her strictly. We won't waste public resources."

Before I could react, two Hayes Group security guards rushed forward, roughly twisted my arms behind my back.

A sickening pop as my shoulder dislocated, and excruciating pain shot through me. I bit down hard, refusing to utter a sound.

Martin Hayes snatched my marriage certificate from the police officer's hand and, in front of everyone, ripped it to shreds with a loud riiiip.

Red paper confetti scattered across the floor, looking like an absurd funeral.

All this time, Liam merely watched, cold-eyed.

He didn't even say a single word on my behalf. Instead, he meticulously wiped away Rachel's tears and gently cooed, "Be good, Rachel. I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up first. Don't hurt yourself."

The Maybach sped off.

Martin Hayes shot me a look of disgust and waved his hand. "Drag her home. Unless she's taught a lesson, she won't know who's really in charge of Hayes Group."