Married my Ex's uncle after betrayed

Caleb hasn't been home for three days, and as his fianc��e, I'm a little worried. He must be too busy at work; there's a merger deal going on recently.

This morning, I specially cooked his favorite tomato sandwiches to pick up for him at the office, because he doesn't like to eat breakfast when he's busy.

Just as I got to the parking lot, I saw his car, but it looked like someone was inside.. Caleb's car was parked at the far end of the lot, its windows fogged up, the car swaying slightly.

I froze. The world seemed to shrink to a pinhole. Through the fogged glass, I saw Caleb��my Caleb��passionately kissing Vanessa. Her hands were tangled in his hair, his shirt was half-undone, and her legs were draped over his. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, frantic and greedy.

My heart pounded. Numbness was replaced by a burning sense of betrayal. Without thinking, I rushed out, the sound of my high heels echoing on the concrete. I slammed my hand against the window. The sound pierced through the fog between them.

Caleb shoved me away, his eyes glazed. Vanessa's lipstick was smudged, her shirt open. She glared at me with undisguised triumph.

��What are you doing?�� My voice was torn between screaming and crying, hoarse and trembling.

Caleb��s face twitched. He abruptly pulled up his shirt, pushed open the door, and walked out, his coldness sending chills down my spine. ��Are you stalking me, Aria?��

The accusation stung me like a needle. ��I��I was so worried! You didn��t come home! You didn��t answer the phone����

He interrupted me, his voice as cold as ice: "Stalking me? You're insane. What I do is none of your business."

I stared at him, trying to find any trace of the man I loved. His eyes were empty��without warmth, without remorse. Only weariness, and something darker.

Vanessa slid out of the car, her arm possessively linked with Caleb��s. The scent of her perfume��sweet and overpowering��was a warning. She looked me up and down, a cold smile playing on her lips.

��You should leave, Aria,�� she whispered, her nails digging deep into Caleb��s arm. ��Three years ago, I saved his life from the car accident. You are nothing.��

Those words were more painful than any slap. My mind went blank. Three years ago, I dragged Caleb from the wreckage of his burning car, my face covered in blood, my hands trembling as I dialed 911. He��d never know who saved him��I refused to give my name. Vanessa had no right to call herself his ��savior.��

I looked at Caleb with despair. ��You know it��s not true. Caleb, I����

He took a step back, his gaze sharp. ��We��re finished, Aria. I don��t need a liar.You lied to me and said you saved me. The evidence was right in front of me, yet you still lie. How could I have fallen in love with you in the first place?��

My throat tightened. ��A liar? Caleb, please��why would you think that��?��

I reached for his arm, trying to grasp something real. He jerked me away, and I lost my balance. The world spun; I fell heavily to the ground, gravel scraping my knees. A sharp pain shot through my entire body. Blood welled up in my eyes, staining my tattered jeans.

For a moment, I thought he would turn around��help me up, and tell me it was all just a nightmare. But Caleb simply walked away, his back impossibly straight. Vanessa followed, pausing only briefly before turning back with a look of pity.

I pressed my hand to my knee, blood clinging to my skin, trying to calm myself. Tears blurred my vision. My heart felt like it was shattering into pieces.

A security guard approached, his face uneasy. "Miss, you can't sit here. Please leave."

I didn't argue. I let them lead me out, past the bright lobby where coffee and freshly baked pastries used to be, where I had waited for Caleb, past the receptionist who had given me an awkward, apologetic smile. The automatic doors hissed shut behind me, completely shutting me out of that life that no longer belonged to me.

I slumped onto the concrete steps, knees drawn up to my chest, ignoring the burning pain in my legs. Around me, the city was indifferent: laughter drifted from a nearby caf��, traffic lights flashed, and the piercing sirens of police cars echoed in the distance. My world had collapsed, yet no one noticed.

I pulled out my phone, my hands trembling so badly they almost dropped it. No word from Caleb. No explanation. The screen blurred, and new tears welled in my eyes.

The phone vibrated, as if piercing my pain. For a fleeting moment, a spark of hope ignited��maybe Caleb. Maybe an apology, maybe an explanation, even just a little.

But the caller ID was unfamiliar. ��St. Mary��s Hospital.��

I answered.

A nurse��s voice, crisp and gentle, said, ��Hello, is this Ms. Aria Lane? Your test results are in. We need your cooperation����