Foster Brother Loses True Love

After my foster brother, Wren, stumbled drunkenly into my bed, he missed a crucial call from his first love, Daniella. That night, she was killed in a car accident. When Wren heard the news, he murmured about fate’s cruelty.

Later, I found out I was pregnant, and my parents naturally suggested Wren and I marry. For all those years, I believed he genuinely cared for me. But on our wedding night, he drugged my entire family and set our estate ablaze. Amid the dancing flames, he glared at us with hatred.

"You took my beloved Daniella from me, and now you're after my family's wealth," he snarled. "Let's all go down together!"

Suddenly, reality snapped back as I lay on the floor, recalling Wren's abrupt departure. The sharp ache in my arm reminded me this was a second chance at life.

Wren threw me a disdainful look before racing out of the hotel, frantically dialing his phone. In my former life, at that party, he’d drunk too much with friends. Afraid he’d feel awful the next day, I brought him coffee to sober him up. When I opened the door, he drew me into a heated embrace, whispering that he liked me.

I realized he’d been drugged and hesitated before responding. Meanwhile, Daniella had her fatal accident. The next day, he seemed unaffected by her death.

A month later, upon discovering I was pregnant, my parents were overjoyed, urging us to marry and strengthen family bonds. Wren agreed without a second thought. But I never imagined he’d betray us on our wedding night, maliciously insisting he had always loved Daniella.

Saying I’d ruined his happiness, he wanted my family to pay the ultimate price. Although he’d ended things with Daniella long before, he seemed haunted by her memory.

Daniella was the daughter of our neighbor, Rowan. He favored sons over daughters and often mistreated her—a fact my parents witnessed multiple times. Out of compassion, they often took her in when she was thrown out, urging me to befriend her because she was "so alone."

Still, I never liked Daniella. Even as a child, I sensed she wasn’t genuine. Later, I caught her bullying classmates and mistreating animals. I told my parents, and they tactfully distanced themselves from her.

I thought that was the last I’d see of her until I discovered Wren’s growing attachment to her, the affectionate gaze he reserved for her. When I confronted him with her misdeeds, he dismissed them.

"Daniella is kind, diligent, and incredibly helpful," he insisted. "She couldn’t possibly be the person you’re describing."

It took my father compiling a detailed dossier on her to finally open his eyes. Wren was silent the entire night but broke up with her the next day. Our family celebrated his freedom from her, never suspecting Wren’s heart was still tied to Daniella.

I sat in a guest room all night. At dawn, a message from Wren arrived: "Come to the estate, or else."

I stared at the