Chapter 10
The next morning, Sloan went to Wyatt’s place and asked for her mother’s protective necklace. Her mother had gotten it for her at a holy ground before she fell ill, hoping it would protect Sloan. If she was going to leave, she needed to take everything that belonged to her.
“Why are you suddenly asking for the necklace?” Wyatt asked, confused.
Sloan didn’t want to raise suspicion, so she brushed it off. “I’ve been thinking… now that I’m pregnant, I want to keep it close. It might bring good luck for the baby.”
Wyatt smiled and handed her the necklace without questioning it.
Time flew by and soon it was the wedding day.
A luxury yacht.
Sloan sat in the bridal suite, surrounded by stylists buzzing around her.
“Oh my God,” one stylist gushed. “I’ve never seen a wedding on a yacht before! This must’ve cost millions! Mr. Finley must’ve really loves you.”
Sloan didn’t respond. Her expression remained calm. Having the wedding on a yacht had been her one request when she agreed to marry Wyatt.
Wyatt had agreed without hesitation, thinking it was her dream wedding. He would’ve never thought that this yacht would become the site of their final goodbye.
Once her makeup was done, Sloan slipped on her heels and walked into the grand hall. Admiring glances followed her every step. But Sloan felt nothing.
At the head table, Carol sat with a smug smile, wearing a stunning ruby necklace and a white evening gown so extravagant it could have passed for a wedding dress. Carol’s gaze held open challenge.
Sloan’s lips curled into a smirk. Without moving her lips, she mouthed, Bitch.
Carol’s face twisted in rage. She shot to her feet, ready to retaliate, but Wyatt’s mother grabbed her arm. “Sit down! Don’t you dare making a scene!”
Carol seethed but sat back down.
Only Tristan, standing at the edge of the room, caught the whole exchange.
The officiant smiled warmly, before announcing, “Mister Wyatt Finley, do you take Sloan Tanner to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Wyatt’s gaze softened. “I do.”
The officiant turned to Sloan. “Miss Sloan Tanner, do you take Wyatt Finley to be your lawfully wedded-”
Suddenly, the large screen behind them flickered to life.
A grainy video began to play.
It was Wyatt and Carol, tangled together in an office. His office. Moans and whispered promises filled the room. The Finley staff rushed to shut it off, but the damage was done.
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Suddenly, the large screen behind them flickered to life.
A grainy video began to play.
It was Wyatt and Carol, tangled together in an office. His office. Moans and whispered. promises filled the room. The Finley staff rushed to shut it off, but the damage was done.
Gasps filled the hall.
“Oh my God! This was totally worth coming for,” someone in the crowd whispered.
The screen went dark, but the echo of those obscene sounds lingered in the air. The guests‘ expressions darkened, their eyes filled with disbelief and disdain.
Sloan stood frozen at the altar, stunned. She had planned to leave Wyatt today, but she never intended to expose their broken relationship so publicly. After all, this was a shameful chapter of her life and she wanted nothing more than to close the book on it without further drama.
Her gaze swept toward the crowd, locking onto Carol’s face. The woman’s complexion had turned ghostly pale, her wide eyes brimming with disbelief.
Sloan’s confusion gave way to a flicker of satisfaction deep in her chest.
She stepped forward, her voice clear and cutting as she spoke into the microphone, “I won’t marry him!Never!”
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