After eight years together, when my asthma attack hit, Kieran was in the center of the ballroom, intimate dancing with his secretary.
Even as I foamed at the mouth and slipped into unconsciousness, the man kept his arms wrapped around her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, laughing like he didn’t have a care in the world.
Until the end of the banquet, he drove me home. On the drive home, I found a diamond ring in the glove
compartment.
Before I could even open my mouth, Kieran frowned and snatched it away, his voice ice–cold:
“It’s not for you.”
Hearing that, I just calmly nodded, then pointed to the bridal boutique up ahead. “Pull over, would you?”
The custom wedding dress I’d ordered–yeah, it was time to return that.
The second I stepped into the bridal shop, Kieran was out of the car, chasing after me. He threw a woman’s coat right at my face.
‘Chloe, fix that scatter–brained habit of yours.”
Kieran was a neat freak–never let me leave so much as a hair tie in his car.
glanced down at the coat on the floor and said flatly: “That’s not mine.”
Hearing that, his expression softened immediately. Without any hesitation, he bent down to pick up the coat, folding t carefully.
knew whose it was–Ivy’s.
Every time Ivy “accidentally” left something behind, it used to trigger these explosive fights between Kieran and me.
But not this time. I didn’t complain or say a word.
just turned around and gave the sales associate my phone number.
The woman beamed at us. “Perfect timing! Your custom wedding dress and tuxedo are ready for fitting.”
Before I could decline the fitting, the man who’d just snapped at me was already stalking into the changing room, ús face like thunder.
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Nine Years Wasted–Now I’m Marrving Your Rival
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Chapter 1
Ten minutes later.
I stood before Kieran in my wedding dress.
He barely glanced at me before curling his lip in disgust. “Tacky as hell.”
I didn’t argue. Instead, I asked the sales associate to take my picture.
Hearing that, Kieran looked annoyed, like he was about to pull me in for a couple’s shot, when his phone rang–Ivy’s special ringtone.
The girl was sobbing to him about her missing coat–her absolute favorite one. If some kind soul could return it to her right away, she’d be theirs forever, till death do them part, she promised.
Hearing that, his expression changed instantly. After hanging up, Kieran didn’t even bother changing his tux–he just bolted out of there.
Listening to his car speed away, I picked up a pair of scissors and cut the wedding dress to shreds without hesitation.
1:30 AM.
I was packing up my stuff when I got a text from Kieran:
[Out drinking]
Eight years together, and the man rarely bothered to tell me where he was.
I looked down at my cleaning gloves and didn’t reply.
After finishing cleaning, I took a hot shower and crashed.
When Kieran came home the next day, he caught me taking out the trash.
He gave me this weird look. “Is your phone broken?”
When I shook my head, he instinctively frowned.
I knew why he was asking. Usually when he stayed out late, I’d blow up his phone with texts and calls.
But last night? Radio silence.
As I headed for the door, Kieran called out again:
*Chloe, where are all our photos from the wall?”
I glanced down at the trash bag, about to tell him the truth, when his phone buzzed.
He shouldered past me, pressing the voice message button as he walked inside:
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Chapter 1
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll bring it over as soon as it’s ready.”
Hearing the shower start up, I continued downstairs with the trash.
On my way back up, my blood sugar crashed. I made it home drenched in cold sweat and instantly grabbed the egg sandwich from the counter, taking a bite.
That’s when I heard Kieran’s disgusted voice:
“Chloe, what are you? A starving ghost?”
I watched him throw my half–eaten sandwich, plate and all, straight into the garbage.
I stared at him, completely hollow inside. “I’ve been cooking for you for eight years. And when I’m having a
hypoglycemic episode–am I not even allowed one bite of your breakfast?”
His eyes were cold as steel. “Didn’t anyone teach you manners? Taking without asking is stealing.”
He put on his suit jacket and slammed the door behind him.
Faced with Kieran’s latest round of silent treatment, I instinctively reached for my phone to check his Instagram, only to find he’d changed his profile picture–a photo of Ivy wearing cat ears, doing some cutesy pose.
I liked the photo, then removed him from my favorites.
