Chapter 29: One Huge Mess

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A proof was what he asked for and a proof he got. Francis was surprised to see the evidence she had provided him. And the wary look on his face told her he wasn't going to accept it.

This was not possible!

"This...this can not be possible." He stuttered as he stared at her.

"I couldn't have..." He slurred at the ridiculity of the situation. His frightened eyes darted to and fro while his head throbbed with pain. This wasn't just any pain. It was the type that resulted from the fear of things being true.

He viciously grazed his hair as he shook his head in denial. There was no way he could have touched anyone else other than Nevaeh! Not even her sister, even though they looked alike.

He would never sleep with her on his own accord. He glanced at the footage displayed on the t.v, and his brain felt muddled once again. That was him, and he was violently kissing her, touching her in an uncouth manner, ripping her apart and ravishing her. And that was undoubtedly Elle.

How was this possible?! His mouth hung open as his eyes warmed with tears. How could he?

His eyes slowly trailed towards Elle, but he quickly darted it away in shame, "What have I done?" He whimpered in shock. His shoulders were trembling with him.

He could barely remember that night, which had been one of the craziest things that had happened since his return with Nevaeh. All he could remember was attending a yacht party with Elle and Nevaeh, who had insisted he come along. He had barely drunk the wine, but somehow he had woken up in a room half-naked with Nevaeh passed out by his side.

He was sure nothing had happened to Nevaeh, but now this? How could this be?

He had slept with one sister and woke up with another?! This wasn't making sense to him. There were so many questionable aspects of that night, but he couldn't remember. It was as if a black cloud covered a part of his mind, and he couldn't see past that. This wasn't ordinary!

His brows furrowed as he turned to her.

"That night, you did something to me, didn't you?" He accused. His eyes flamed with anger and suspicion. He wasn't asking; he was telling her. His suspicious gaze directed at her said how much he wanted to believe what he had just said, causing Elle to blink in confusion as she turned to look at him with incredulity.

"You did something to me. To Nevaeh. You must have tricked me! I...I would never touch you." He firmly told her. This had to be the case because he was sure he'd never betray and hurt Nevaeh in this fashion. That girl was so fragile and tender, and she'd break because of this. He had never seen someone with a more beautiful soul than her. She was a priceless jewel who had touched his heart to its core, fixed the broken part of him, shown him the true meaning of love while others used him, helped him overcome his weakness and inferiority. He had come to value her, so he would never, ever do anything to jeopardize what he had with her.

Elle couldn't believe the nonsense he had just spewed out of his mouth. She scoffed as she glared at him, "Trick you?" She asked, her arched brows revealing her disappointment in his words.

"Francis, I didn't trick you. You wanted it. You took my innocence, assaulted me like an animal!"

"Stop!" He raised his hand to stop her. He cringed at the sound of those words, but Elle continued...

"You got me pregnant!"

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"Then why are you telling me now?!" He snapped as he jerked up to his feet, his eyes burning with so many indescribable emotions. Why was she saying this now? This incident had happened three days after their return. Why didn't she say something until now? To what end was all this?

A derisive scoff escaped her lips as she looked at him like he had just asked a foolish question, "And say what? That I was raped by my sister's fiance, few days before my own wedding? That he took my innocence before my soon to be husband could lay a finger on me? Francis, that's a thing of shame!" She snapped at him. Francis was tongue-tied when she said it like that. It was indeed a thing of shame, but now?

She has absconded from her wedding, kidnapped him...wait! How was she even able to do that?

"How did you bring me here?" He suddenly asked, deviating from the topic at hand.

"I had it arranged. I'm sorry, but it was all I could do." She apologized.

"So, what do we do?" He wearily asked. He was mentally exhausted, and he still felt stiff and sore.

Why was he asking her? Wasn't the answer as clear as crystal?

"There's nothing to do except take responsibility for this baby." She told him. He looked at her with widened eyes before lowering them to her stomach.

"What about Nevaeh?" How would she take this? He didn't even want to imagine her reaction.

"What about her?" Elle asked. A slight frown framed her face, which she tried to hide.

"She won't be able to handle this." He sighed out in frustration as he pulled the root of the hair. "We're about to marry."

"But she's already married!"

"As your substitute!" He flared up; he still couldn't believe that his Nevaeh had been thrown into this mess, which had mysteriously started with him. He had seen the magazine, and it had Elle's name written on it, which could only mean Nevaeh was impersonating her. She must be scared to death—poor thing.

"But does it matter?" Elle asked, surprising Francis, who cocked a brow at her. "She has someone now. And we...we have a child." She said as she caressed her stomach.

Francis felt his brow twitched with anger at her words. Why does it feel like Elle was happy with the turnout of the event? Why does it feel like she wanted this to happen?

He frowned when she suddenly crossed the space between him, and her fingers trailed up his arm.

"I know you're not happy with this, but there's nothing left for us to do. I'm pregnant with your child, and my sister, your fiancee, is now married to my fiance, who is no match for you." She paused and tsked, allowing her words to sink into his head before she continued, "We're all woven into one huge mess, one which we can't fix but try to live with. Nevaeh can take care of herself. She had lived abroad alone for years and gained everyone's love and attention, so don't worry about her. After all, we both know you don't truly love Nevaeh.. She was nothing but a replacement."

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