His Favorite Sin

Brinda’s P.O.V

“I can't believe it! I’m finally getting married to the man of my dreams!” I squealed, my lips wide open, spilling words of excitement.

“Who could have thought that a nobody like me could find her missing rib? And now, look at me — the queen of them all!” I intertwined my fingers.

I grabbed onto the bedside table while my legs bounced on my bed like a giddy teenager, forgetting momentarily that I was a full-grown adult. But how could I not? Today was the happiest day of my life — a day I had only dared to dream of that had now become my reality forever.

I twirled around my room in my majestic, flawless white gown, singing my favorite song when I suddenly felt the weight of my heart in my chest. Tears welled in my eyes as my lips pressed together.

“Oh, I wish my parents were alive to see their little princess walking down the aisle. But…” I whispered softly, “God knows best. I miss you both so much.”

I stood before the mirror, marveling at the radiant woman reflecting back at me.

“Brad,” I murmured, “you’ve turned my life around.”

I could almost feel his touch — his presence electrifying every fiber of my being. Brad was the only man who truly knew me, yet still chose to walk the path of forever with me, pulling me out of the depths of depression.

He’s the first man I ever loved and the only man who wanted to take me to the altar.

My hands stumbled on the speaker remote playing Call Me Baby, which made my hands and legs swing in a goofy manner while tapping my feet together.

“I can't imagine how marriage is though, but who cares? Mine is here to stay!” I said, still dancing up and down.

“Brinda!”

Lizzy’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. Her serious tone stunned me.

“I’m coming!” I called out, still moving my lips like a professional dancer. But her continuous knocking hinted urgency, and my countenance changed.

Opening the door, I was greeted by her tear-streaked face, her cheeks burning with pain. Alarm bells rang in my head.

“What happened?” I asked, glaring at her in confusion.

“Sis, you know that you're the only family I have. No matter what happens, I’ll always be there for you,” she said, stuttering, her hands trembling.

“Ummm… what do you mean by ‘situation’, Lizzy?” I asked, my brows knitting together and my stomach twisting.

“It’s from Brad,” she whispered.

My hands shakily embraced the note as I braced myself for its contents. My mind kept wondering what the letter contained, while a sick feeling drowned my stomach.

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Dear Brinda,

I’m sorry I can’t go through with this glorious wedding. It hurts me deeply to write this letter, especially knowing how my heart once beat for you with all the tenderness of a storm beneath a gloomy sky.

I wish life chose a better path for us, but it’s so sad that most good things have to come to an end. The truth is, I can no longer go on with this wedding because another woman is carrying my child, and out of responsibility and pressure from her influential family — I’ve been forced into building a life I never intended.

You’re a good person, but it’s so sad that the happiest day of our life has turned to dust with unexpected sorrows.

I want you to know that you will always hold a sacred place in my heart — one no other can ever replace. I love you more deeply than these tear-stained pages can ever express, and in another life, I pray you’d still be mine.

Yours sincerely,

Brad

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I looked pale, glaring at the unforeseen words that slapped me in the face on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.

“How could Brad do this to me — of all people — after everything we’ve been through?” I sobbed, tears bursting from my eyes.

The words pierced my empty heart as my hands fumbled to regain control of my surroundings.

“How could Brad do this to me after all the love you showered me!” I screamed through my blurred vision, my breath frozen.

Overwhelmed, I lunged at Lizzy, clutching at her golden gown in despair, tearing the fabric without meaning to.

“Why are we this unlucky, Lizzy? My life has always been a scam from the beginning, and now he goes and does this? HOW!!!” I kept repeating, while Lizzy looked at me with fear in her eyes, patting my back softly.

“Don’t worry, sis. I’ll definitely kill him for you,” she said — but I knew they were mere words of anger.

Before I could respond, my knees buckled, and I collapsed. The last thoughts of pain banged against my memory as Lizzy barely caught me in her arms.

“Sis, please don’t do this to me! Please don’t forget the promise we made to Mum and Dad!”

But my mind kept drifting into white. The world I once knew — of love and happiness — was now shattered.

Darkness consumed me, waiting for my end to catch up faster than my heart could take, as I lay there on the floor like a limp vegetable, begging for air.

As I lay frozen, my world collapsing in slow motion, Lizzy’s voice echoed through the storm in my head.

“Sis, you can’t f*cking die on me! I would die in this heartless world without you in my life!”

Her words urged me to fight… but everything faded.

Brinda’s P.O.V

I slowly felt my body return to me — as though my soul had wandered too far and had only just remembered where it belonged.

But somewhere deep inside, a part of me still wished my thoughts were the reality that ended it all.

My eyelids fluttered open. The stark white ceiling above was unfamiliar and sterile. I wasn't home — that much I knew.

Panic crawled into my chest, but my lips moved before my mind caught up, whispering into the empty air, begging silently for a freedom I had never known.

With trembling breath, I gathered enough strength to lift my head — only to realize... I was in a hospital.

Confusion turned into fear. Who brought me here?

Before I could unravel my thoughts, a warm presence entered the room — a young woman with cascading blonde curls and a kindness in her eyes that soothed the tremble in my bones.

“Good morning, Miss Brinda,” she said, her voice smooth as ve