“Yes, Rita is the one I should have married. It was a mistake marrying you, but don't think you can come crawling back to me. When we're finally divorced, I don't want to ever see you again."
"I will never crawl back to you, but you'll regret betraying me and going behind my back. I’ll make sure of it."
"Aha, you wish." He answers mockingly "You can't do nothing. You have no power, atleast not without me. You are going to regret this decision. I am still on the fence on wether I should fire you from the company, so tread lightly."
"Whatever you want Eric" I say back with a broad smile.
"I don't know what I ever saw in you. Rita is just so amazing to me and we are so happy together."
“You can't fight love, sis” Rita adds proudly, kissing Eric's cheek.
Emerson, who had been sitting quietly all this time, finally spoke up.
"Eric, I'm really disappointed in you. You know that Rita and Mina are sisters. What you did has broken her family. Why would you sleep with Nina, and even worse, get her pregnant?"
"Dad, you don't understand," Eric tries to defend himself.
"What I don't understand," Emerson responds sternly, "is how you could do this after knowing what your mother did to me…what she did to us. She cheated on me and left, abandoning you in my care without ever bothering to check up on us."
"I know, Father, but…"
"But still," Emerson interrupts, "you went ahead and did the same thing to your wife. You know how much I despise cheating. I despise disloyalty. Why would you do that?"
Eric hesitates before replying, "Well…Dad, you weren't married to Mina, so you don't understand what a bitch Mina can be sometimes. And honestly, from the very beginning, I realized I should have married Rita, not her."
Emerson sighs, his disappointment evident. "I just hope you know what you're doing," he says as he walks out the door.
With that, I take my things and stand to follow him outside, while Eric and Rita keep throwing me ugly looks.
A week Later.
I know nobody was expecting me to go to my ex-husband and sister's wedding, but there's no way I'm missing it. Of course, I'm not going there during the official ceremony itself. I'm going to the party for the celebration. That's where I'm going to make my appearance. A grand entrance.
When I show up at the party, making sure to be as fashionably late as possible to gain everyone's attention and make a memorable impression. As I walked in the room was suddenly filled with a hush that turned into suprise looks, gasps of suprise and whispers.
I was wearing the most extravagant and beautiful dress I had ever owned, a stunning white gown, just like the bride's.
I make my way through the crowd and head straight for the high table. There, Emerson, my ex-father-in-law, greeted me with a warm smile and pulled out a chair for me
When all the formalities for the wedding were over, and the newlyweds were making their rounds to thank everyone and engage in conversation, Eric, now my ex-husband and brother-in-law, all mixed up in one weird sentence walked towards me.
"I knew you couldn’t stay away," he said, a hint of triumph in his voice.
I didn’t respond, merely just looked at him.
"You thought your mom would make a big deal out of marrying Rita, but once she found out Rita was pregnant, everything went smoothly from there," he continued.
I had thought about this. My mother always had a special place for Rita that I couldn't fully understand. Eric was clearly using this knowledge to provoke me, but I wasn't easily manipulated, especially not with the joker card I had in hand.
"I think you should go and be with your wife now," I said coldly.
"Of course I am. Marrying you was the worst mistake I could have made. Now, I’m so happy with my new wife, the woman of my dreams, and the mother of my children. I was with you for three years and couldn’t give me a child. But with her, in just three months, I’m already going to be a father."
"I think congratulations are in order," I said smoothly.
Eric stared at me, filled with confusion and irritation. "I’m already married, Mina. You can’t have me back."
"I don’t want you back, Eric," I replied coolly. "What made you think I did?"
"Then why are you here?" Eric shot back. "You’re my ex-wife. I just got married to your sister. You and Rita aren’t even talking anymore. So why are you here if you’re not here to get on your knees and ask for my forgiveness?"
I laughed sarcastically, looking at him with disdain. At that moment, Rita appeared, pulling Eric toward her with a possessive grip.
"What are you doing here, you manipulative bitch? We’re already married. You guys are divorced. What do you want from me? What do you want from my husband?"
"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, Rita," I said, glancing around at the crowd now focused on our confrontation. "Let's not make a scene."
Eric’s face reddened as Rita’s grip tightened. "Eric already broke up with you. He divorced you. He doesn’t want you anymore. I’m carrying his child. I’m his wife now. You can’t take him away from me."
"I never said I was interested in Eric," I snapped. "Why do you think I’m here for him?"
Just then, Emerson, my ex-father-in-law, approached us. "Hey, what’s going on?" he asked. "You’re causing a commotion and being an embarrassment."
Eric now visibly frustrated said. "It's this woman. She just can't stay away from me. I already got divorced from her, but she still came to our wedding, trying to get my attention. Who even invited her to the wedding? She’s not even talking to her sister."
Emerson turned to Eric, his voice firm. "You’re embarrassing your wife. You’re causing a huge commotion and fighting with your ex-wife. It’s not a good look for a newly married man who should be happy with his new wife."
Eric was now annoyed. "Why the hell is she here anyway? I didn’t invite her."
Emerson met Eric's gaze.
"I invited her."
Both Eric and Rita looked at Emerson with questioning eyes.
"Why would you invite her?" Eric demanded.
"I asked her here because she is my plus one," Emerson said. "I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She’s my fiancée."
"What?" Both Rita and Eric asked in unison, their voices laced with disbelief. "You can't be serious," Rita added, her face twisted in shock. Eric, on the other hand, was filled with a combination of anger and confusion. "It can't… you can't marry her. Dad, what do you mean you asked her to marry you? This will make me a laughing stock. You can't do this, Dad. You can't! She's my wife. You can't marry her!""Your 'ex-wife'," I corrected him, smiling as I took Emerson's hand in mine. By now, we had gained the curious gazes of people around us. The guests, sensing the tension, began to inch closer, eager to hear what the argument was all about. When they noticed our intertwined hands, mine and Emerson's the whispers started. Murmurs spread like wildfire. I could see Eric growing more anxious, his face reddening as the embarrassment consumed him. Rita stood next to him, clearly as mortified as he was."Dad, what the fuck do you think you're doing? You can't marry her!" Eric's voice
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