Her Scissors Cut My Hair, But His Betrayal Cut Deeper - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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Melody nodded slowly. "Yes."
"Hell no!" Emma exclaimed. "The Sinclairs might be loaded, but their heir Jackson has been living abroad forever. Everyone says he's got serious anger issues and—God—his face is supposedly all messed up. If my Grandpa hadn't arranged this marriage on his deathbed, I would've..."
She stopped abruptly, studying Melody's pale face. "Wait, didn't you have a thing for my brother? Why would you suddenly offer to marry in my place?"
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Did Nathan do something? Is this about Claire again? I swear I'll kick his ass right now!"
Melody quickly grasped Emma's hands. "Em, it's over between me and Nathan. I don't like him anymore, and I don't want anything to do with him in the future."
"I know you've been planning to run away with Riley. You were supposed to leave today, but you've been hesitating."
Melody pulled plane tickets from her purse and pressed them into Emma's hands. "Go. He's waiting for you at the airport. The flight leaves at ten—you can still make it."
Tears spilled down Emma's cheeks. "But what about you?"
"Two weeks from now, I'll walk down the aisle in your place," Melody said, gently wiping Emma's tears. "Between the two of us, at least one should find happiness."
Emma's lips trembled before she pulled Melody into a tight hug. "Melody, I'll owe you for the rest of my damn life."
And just like that, Emma was gone.
Melody stood at the airport's floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Emma's plane take off. Sunlight streamed through the glass onto her ashen face.
She suddenly remembered the day Nathan had agreed to date with her—how he'd stood on the library steps, backlit by the sun, reaching his hand toward her.
How naive she'd been, thinking some of that light was meant for her.
With a bitter smile, she left the airport and headed straight to the city's most exclusive bridal boutique.
A saleswoman approached eagerly. "What kind of wedding dress were you looking for today?"
Melody's eyes scanned the rows of elaborate white gowns before settling on a simple satin mermaid dress.
"That one. Please wrap it up."
The saleswoman blinked in surprise. "Don't you want to try it on first?"
"No need," she shook her head. "It's fine."
After all, this wedding was nothing but a transaction.
The elder Mr. Sinclair was gravely ill and desperate to see his grandson married. Unfortunately, that grandson—Jackson—was rumored to be volatile and disfigured, spending most of his time overseas. Every socialite in the city avoided the match like the plague.
With no willing brides, the Sinclairs had fallen back on their pre-arranged marriage pact with the Gray family.
Now, with Melody replacing Emma, the Sinclairs wouldn't object.
After all, they just needed a bride.
As for who the bride is, it doesn't matter.
Back home, Melody placed the wedding dress in her suitcase and began packing her remaining belongings.
She pulled out a thick stack of photos from her drawer—all memories of her and Nathan.
Her sneaky side-profile shot of him from high school. Their first picture together in college, which she'd orchestrated by hugging everyone at a party just to get to him. The photo of her beaming the first time he took her to see the ocean...
She tore each one to pieces and tossed them in the trash.
Next came the gifts: limited-edition designer bags, custom jewelry, the ceramic mug he'd made by hand...
All discarded.
Finally, she picked up her phone and deleted every note about his preferences, his schedule, his likes and dislikes.
Just as she was setting her phone down, it rang. The manager of the club.
"Miss Monroe, you left a silk scarf at our establishment last week. Would it be convenient for you to come collect it?"
Melody checked the time. "Yes, I'll be right over."
The club was ablaze with lights, busier than usual.
The moment Melody walked in, excited chatter filled her ears: "Holy shit! Gray just dropped the hammer! Claire's virginity is his!"
She froze, looking up sharply.
Through the second-floor VIP room's glass window, she could see Nathan standing tall, his long fingers casually flicking a black card onto the auction table.
Claire, dressed in white, was being escorted to the stage by security, her eyes red-rimmed, looking utterly helpless.
Melody trembled slightly, remembering that tonight was Claire's "auction."
The crowd below buzzed with gossip.
"Doesn't Gray have a girlfriend? Why the fuck is he bidding on his ex's V-card?"
"You don't get it, man. When Claire dumped him back then, he almost lost his damn mind!"
"So is this revenge or is he still hung up on her?"
"Look at how he's staring at her. Does that look like hate to you? Dude's clearly still whipped!"
"What about his current girlfriend? Poor thing's been with him for years and he still hasn't fallen for her? Classic case of 'ex cries, current girlfriend dies'!"
"Hell no!" Emma exclaimed. "The Sinclairs might be loaded, but their heir Jackson has been living abroad forever. Everyone says he's got serious anger issues and—God—his face is supposedly all messed up. If my Grandpa hadn't arranged this marriage on his deathbed, I would've..."
She stopped abruptly, studying Melody's pale face. "Wait, didn't you have a thing for my brother? Why would you suddenly offer to marry in my place?"
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Did Nathan do something? Is this about Claire again? I swear I'll kick his ass right now!"
Melody quickly grasped Emma's hands. "Em, it's over between me and Nathan. I don't like him anymore, and I don't want anything to do with him in the future."
"I know you've been planning to run away with Riley. You were supposed to leave today, but you've been hesitating."
Melody pulled plane tickets from her purse and pressed them into Emma's hands. "Go. He's waiting for you at the airport. The flight leaves at ten—you can still make it."
Tears spilled down Emma's cheeks. "But what about you?"
"Two weeks from now, I'll walk down the aisle in your place," Melody said, gently wiping Emma's tears. "Between the two of us, at least one should find happiness."
Emma's lips trembled before she pulled Melody into a tight hug. "Melody, I'll owe you for the rest of my damn life."
And just like that, Emma was gone.
Melody stood at the airport's floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Emma's plane take off. Sunlight streamed through the glass onto her ashen face.
She suddenly remembered the day Nathan had agreed to date with her—how he'd stood on the library steps, backlit by the sun, reaching his hand toward her.
How naive she'd been, thinking some of that light was meant for her.
With a bitter smile, she left the airport and headed straight to the city's most exclusive bridal boutique.
A saleswoman approached eagerly. "What kind of wedding dress were you looking for today?"
Melody's eyes scanned the rows of elaborate white gowns before settling on a simple satin mermaid dress.
"That one. Please wrap it up."
The saleswoman blinked in surprise. "Don't you want to try it on first?"
"No need," she shook her head. "It's fine."
After all, this wedding was nothing but a transaction.
The elder Mr. Sinclair was gravely ill and desperate to see his grandson married. Unfortunately, that grandson—Jackson—was rumored to be volatile and disfigured, spending most of his time overseas. Every socialite in the city avoided the match like the plague.
With no willing brides, the Sinclairs had fallen back on their pre-arranged marriage pact with the Gray family.
Now, with Melody replacing Emma, the Sinclairs wouldn't object.
After all, they just needed a bride.
As for who the bride is, it doesn't matter.
Back home, Melody placed the wedding dress in her suitcase and began packing her remaining belongings.
She pulled out a thick stack of photos from her drawer—all memories of her and Nathan.
Her sneaky side-profile shot of him from high school. Their first picture together in college, which she'd orchestrated by hugging everyone at a party just to get to him. The photo of her beaming the first time he took her to see the ocean...
She tore each one to pieces and tossed them in the trash.
Next came the gifts: limited-edition designer bags, custom jewelry, the ceramic mug he'd made by hand...
All discarded.
Finally, she picked up her phone and deleted every note about his preferences, his schedule, his likes and dislikes.
Just as she was setting her phone down, it rang. The manager of the club.
"Miss Monroe, you left a silk scarf at our establishment last week. Would it be convenient for you to come collect it?"
Melody checked the time. "Yes, I'll be right over."
The club was ablaze with lights, busier than usual.
The moment Melody walked in, excited chatter filled her ears: "Holy shit! Gray just dropped the hammer! Claire's virginity is his!"
She froze, looking up sharply.
Through the second-floor VIP room's glass window, she could see Nathan standing tall, his long fingers casually flicking a black card onto the auction table.
Claire, dressed in white, was being escorted to the stage by security, her eyes red-rimmed, looking utterly helpless.
Melody trembled slightly, remembering that tonight was Claire's "auction."
The crowd below buzzed with gossip.
"Doesn't Gray have a girlfriend? Why the fuck is he bidding on his ex's V-card?"
"You don't get it, man. When Claire dumped him back then, he almost lost his damn mind!"
"So is this revenge or is he still hung up on her?"
"Look at how he's staring at her. Does that look like hate to you? Dude's clearly still whipped!"
"What about his current girlfriend? Poor thing's been with him for years and he still hasn't fallen for her? Classic case of 'ex cries, current girlfriend dies'!"
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