He Traded My Trauma for Her Redemption - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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The more she spoke, the more cheerful she made herself sound.
“Oh right! Let me share some good news with you—next month, Jayden and I are getting our marriage license!” she announced.
“Next time we meet, you’ve got to call me Mrs. Finnegan,” she demanded.
“Cordelia, congratulate me, won’t you?” she coaxed, her tone dripping with false sweetness.
I curled my lips and played along.
“Congratulations to you both,” I said as she wished.
“But with Jayden’s capabilities,” I added quickly, “I doubt you’re even qualified to meet me, let alone have me call you Mrs. Finnegan.”
From the other end of the line came the sound of teeth grinding in frustration.
“Oh please, Cordelia. If I hadn’t given you that chance, do you really think you’d become Mrs. Dickenson? You were nothing but my stand-in!”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, Ivy, you’re so ridiculous it’s almost… pitiful.”
“How about I hand the phone over to Mr. Dickenson?” I suggested. “Maybe he’s got something to say about your opinion.”
Mervyn, who had been quietly observing me from the side, looked up and met my gaze the moment he heard that.
I called him. “Come here, honey.”
The woman on the phone held her breath, her heart probably nearly leaping into her throat—until suddenly, a low chuckle from a man came through the receiver.
“To get you jealous even once… that’s quite a feat,” he said, his tone smooth and teasing.
“I told you,” he added with a quiet scoff, “that desperate leech was just a distraction…”
The line abruptly cut to a busy tone. Before I could react, Mervyn took the phone from my hand. The next second, the world spun.
I landed softly, my back hitting the plush carpet.
He leaned over me. But instead of doing anything indecent, he simply lifted my foot and pressed a kiss to its smooth arch.
He was restrained and respectful. He didn’t do anything, really. And yet somehow, it felt as if everything had already happened.
Blushing, I instinctively moved back a little.
My heart pounded so loudly, I swore it could break free from my chest!
The days passed quickly after that. Before I knew it, our wedding was already being held on a private island his family owned.
What I didn’t expect… was to see Jayden there.
He stood just beyond the crowd, disheveled and pale, flanked by a few bodyguards.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice cracked as he shouted my name.
Though the wind and distance dulled his words, I could still make out fragments—desperate apologies, repeated over and over.
But the commotion lasted less than two minutes before it fell into stillness, as if the ocean itself had swallowed the sound.
Moments later, the bouquet soared through the air. I tilted my head back, watching it arc against the sky—where a flock of birds circled freely above the sea.
Then, with a quiet steadiness, Mervyn reached out and lifted my veil.
Our eyes met. And in the depth of his gaze, I saw myself reflected.
I closed my eyes and rose up to meet my groom’s kiss.
It was like receiving the letter my lover had waited his whole life for me to respond to.
(The End)
“Oh right! Let me share some good news with you—next month, Jayden and I are getting our marriage license!” she announced.
“Next time we meet, you’ve got to call me Mrs. Finnegan,” she demanded.
“Cordelia, congratulate me, won’t you?” she coaxed, her tone dripping with false sweetness.
I curled my lips and played along.
“Congratulations to you both,” I said as she wished.
“But with Jayden’s capabilities,” I added quickly, “I doubt you’re even qualified to meet me, let alone have me call you Mrs. Finnegan.”
From the other end of the line came the sound of teeth grinding in frustration.
“Oh please, Cordelia. If I hadn’t given you that chance, do you really think you’d become Mrs. Dickenson? You were nothing but my stand-in!”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, Ivy, you’re so ridiculous it’s almost… pitiful.”
“How about I hand the phone over to Mr. Dickenson?” I suggested. “Maybe he’s got something to say about your opinion.”
Mervyn, who had been quietly observing me from the side, looked up and met my gaze the moment he heard that.
I called him. “Come here, honey.”
The woman on the phone held her breath, her heart probably nearly leaping into her throat—until suddenly, a low chuckle from a man came through the receiver.
“To get you jealous even once… that’s quite a feat,” he said, his tone smooth and teasing.
“I told you,” he added with a quiet scoff, “that desperate leech was just a distraction…”
The line abruptly cut to a busy tone. Before I could react, Mervyn took the phone from my hand. The next second, the world spun.
I landed softly, my back hitting the plush carpet.
He leaned over me. But instead of doing anything indecent, he simply lifted my foot and pressed a kiss to its smooth arch.
He was restrained and respectful. He didn’t do anything, really. And yet somehow, it felt as if everything had already happened.
Blushing, I instinctively moved back a little.
My heart pounded so loudly, I swore it could break free from my chest!
The days passed quickly after that. Before I knew it, our wedding was already being held on a private island his family owned.
What I didn’t expect… was to see Jayden there.
He stood just beyond the crowd, disheveled and pale, flanked by a few bodyguards.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice cracked as he shouted my name.
Though the wind and distance dulled his words, I could still make out fragments—desperate apologies, repeated over and over.
But the commotion lasted less than two minutes before it fell into stillness, as if the ocean itself had swallowed the sound.
Moments later, the bouquet soared through the air. I tilted my head back, watching it arc against the sky—where a flock of birds circled freely above the sea.
Then, with a quiet steadiness, Mervyn reached out and lifted my veil.
Our eyes met. And in the depth of his gaze, I saw myself reflected.
I closed my eyes and rose up to meet my groom’s kiss.
It was like receiving the letter my lover had waited his whole life for me to respond to.
(The End)
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