The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

situation. How did that change so quickly?
“Hannah… she’s my wife. You knew exactly what you were doing when you left me at the altar.
You walked out on us, so you have no right to tell me what I can or cannot do with the woman I
married.”
Her eyes flash with anger, and fresh tears fill her eyes. “Are you sleeping with my sister?” she
asks, her voice filled with venom. “Are the two of you going behind my back? I always thought you
were weirdly close, but I trusted you. Did you want her all along?”
I stare at her, unsure what to do or say. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t lie to her either. Things
aren’t as black and white between Raven and me as Hannah would like them to be. “That is, quite
frankly, no longer any of your business. You and I can’t be more than friends, and you can’t do this.
You can’t drop by my house unannounced and get upset about my wife and me simply being together.”
“Stop calling her your wife!” she snaps.
“That’s what she is, Hannah!”
Big, fat tears run down her cheeks, her gaze filled with remorse. Throughout the years, I’ve
become immune to Hannah’s tears, yet these tug at my heartstrings.
“Fuck,” I murmur as I cup her face, wiping at her tears with my thumbs. “Han, please… I’m sorry.
I just… I’m fucking exhausted too, you know? I feel like I’m fucking trapped, and no matter what I do,
I’ll be letting someone down.”
“Here.” I tense at the sound of Raven’s voice, her tone clipped. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I take a step away from Hannah to look at my wife, but she’s avoiding my gaze. Her body is tense,
and I can’t help but feel like she’s angry. She hands Hannah a handkerchief, and Hannah snatches it
out of Raven’s hand angrily.
“How could you!” she yells. “How could you post something like that, Raven? You did that on
purpose, you fucking bitch. You’re trying to come between Ares and me, aren’t you?”
Raven steels her spine and stares at her sister. “I’m trying to come between you and… my
husband?”
Well, fuck.
“Don’t think I never noticed the way you always looked at him, Raven. The only reason I never
said anything was because I knew he’d never want you — not when he could have me. You know that
just as well. Call him your husband all you want, but he’ll never truly be yours. Hell, you could fuck
him and it’d still be me he’d love. It’ll always be me.”
“Hannah!” I snap, unable to take the pain in Raven’s eyes.
She smiles at me and shrugs. “It’s true. Can you deny it, Ares? Tell me you no longer love me.”
“You need to leave.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “What?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself. I warned you to respect my marriage, Hannah. After everything
you’ve put us through, that’s all I’ve asked of you. You’re forgetting that it’s Raven who paid the price
for your choices. She deserves better than this — from both of us.”
Her eyes fill with guilt, and she looks away for a moment. “I just…”
“You need to leave,” I repeat, my tone softer now.
She looks contrite and nods before she turns to Raven, who is staring at the wall, her body tense.
“Rave, I’m sorry. You know what I’m like, right? I let my emotions get the best of me, and I was
jealous. I know you two wouldn’t do that to me, but I just couldn’t see clearly. I’m sorry, Rave.”
Raven nods, but doesn’t look at her sister. Hannah glances at me apologetically, and I shake my
head, silently pleading with her to just leave. She sighs and walks away, the sound of the door