While He Married My Pregnant Half-Sister, I Changed Grooms

Mia's POV: Since the groom was missing, the wedding ended before it had even officially begun. I walked out of the reception hall and wandered aimlessly through the rain, barely aware of when it had started. My best friend lowered her phone and looked at me with concern. "Mia, I checked. Evan got legally married to Natalie 2 months ago." '2 months ago? No wonder he went to so much trouble to fool me with a fake marriage certificate.' A bitter smile tugged at my lips. Something inside me shattered for good in that moment. My thoughts drifted back to the year my mother died. At the funeral, my father had knelt before her memorial, sobbing and slapping himself over and over as he confessed that he had cheated on her while drunk and that the other woman had later shown up at our door with a child. He kept saying he had failed both of us. My mother had suffered a fatal heart attack after that confrontation. Back then, I had locked myself in my room every day. I was so grief-stricken that I could barely eat or drink. Evan had been the one who brought me warm meals day after day and patiently coaxed me into eating. "Wherever your mom is now," he had told me gently, "she'd want you to live on and be happy." Those words carried me through the worst days of my life. Those words were also what made me give him my whole heart without holding anything back. 'And what is he doing now?' He knew better than anyone that Natalie and her mother were the people I hated most in this world. I had no idea how long I had been walking. When I finally looked back, I could still see the giant screen outside the reception hall, replaying Evan's proposal to me over and over. On the screen, he was down on one knee with a diamond ring in his hand and a gentle smile on his face. "Mia Bennett, will you marry me? For the rest of my life, you'll be my only one." "I will." Cold rain blurred my vision. I closed my eyes for a moment. Just then, my phone rang. It was Evan's childhood friend. I used to answer immediately whenever a call had anything to do with Evan. This time, I hesitated for so long that I only answered just before the phone stopped ringing. "Mia, don't panic. We're looking for him. Just stay where you are and wait for news. And whatever you do, don't call the police." The call ended. Beside me, my best friend's eyes had turned red. "How could they do this to you?" I didn't try to comfort her. I just stared ahead, stunned. Evan was standing right there in front of us.