Left at the Altar, Stolen by the Enemy - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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"No! I'm getting married in five days too!"
Ethan's face darkened like a storm cloud. "Wendy, are you serious? When did I ever say I wanted to marry you?"
I frowned slightly. "Ethan, don't flatter yourself. The man I'm marrying isn't you!"
He let out a mocking laugh. "After eight years with me, who else would want you? You're used goods. Know your place—don't throw your life away over some delusion."
He grabbed my hand, wrenching the diamond ring off my finger without a care, leaving my skin scraped and raw.
Beaming, he tried to slide the ring onto Cynthia's finger—only to realize it was too small.
"I'll take it. How much to resize it?"
The salesperson quietly quoted a price, and both Ethan and Cynthia went pale.
"Wendy, if you didn't want Ethan to marry me, you didn't have to be so petty and hike up the price!"
Ethan shook his head at me, feigning disappointment. "I never thought you'd stoop this low."
Seriously? They tried to steal my ring, couldn't afford it, and now I'm the villain?
The two stormed off, and my phone buzzed—Henry calling.
"Do you like the ring? Don't forget, we still have your wedding dress fitting."
"I love it."
I drove to the bridal shop Henry had booked. The moment I walked in, I spotted Cynthia stroking a one-shoulder gown.
"Miss Green, I'm sorry, but this dress is already reserved."
"I want it. Call whoever reserved it—I'll pay 10% more."
The sales associate's eyes brightened when she saw me.
"The bride is here. Why don't you discuss it with her directly, Miss Green?"
Cynthia's face twisted with fury the second she recognized me.
"Wendy, why do you keep haunting me? First the ring, now the dress—"
Beside her, Ethan scowled. "You said you wanted to break up, yet here you are, forcing me into marriage with your little stunts. Pathetic."
"Even if you crash my wedding, I won't spare you a glance. The dress and ring belong to Cynthia!"
I smirked. "Who said buying a wedding dress means I'm marrying you? The world's full of men, Ethan."
"You can't even afford a ring or a dress, and now you expect me to hand them over for free?"
Ethan's face flushed with rage. Cynthia burst into fake tears and fled.
"Ethan, if you've already decided everything, then I'm just in the way. I'll go—"
"Wendy!" Snatching a pair of scissors, Ethan lunged at the dress, hacking at the delicate fabric. "You think you can force me into marriage? Let's see you walk down the aisle in rags!"
This wasn't just any dress—Henry had it custom-made by top designers.
I rushed to stop him, but he shoved me hard. I hit the floor, and the scissors sliced across my hand.
Ethan was beyond reason, shredding the gown to pieces before stomping on it.
"Dream on, Wendy! If you dare ruin my wedding in five days, you'll end up worse than this dress!"
Without another glance, he bolted after Cynthia.
The sales assistant gasped and scrambled to call for help.
Dazed, I answered Henry's call.
"Are you hurt? Don't worry about the dress. I'll have legal handle this."
"I'm sorry..."
Ethan's face darkened like a storm cloud. "Wendy, are you serious? When did I ever say I wanted to marry you?"
I frowned slightly. "Ethan, don't flatter yourself. The man I'm marrying isn't you!"
He let out a mocking laugh. "After eight years with me, who else would want you? You're used goods. Know your place—don't throw your life away over some delusion."
He grabbed my hand, wrenching the diamond ring off my finger without a care, leaving my skin scraped and raw.
Beaming, he tried to slide the ring onto Cynthia's finger—only to realize it was too small.
"I'll take it. How much to resize it?"
The salesperson quietly quoted a price, and both Ethan and Cynthia went pale.
"Wendy, if you didn't want Ethan to marry me, you didn't have to be so petty and hike up the price!"
Ethan shook his head at me, feigning disappointment. "I never thought you'd stoop this low."
Seriously? They tried to steal my ring, couldn't afford it, and now I'm the villain?
The two stormed off, and my phone buzzed—Henry calling.
"Do you like the ring? Don't forget, we still have your wedding dress fitting."
"I love it."
I drove to the bridal shop Henry had booked. The moment I walked in, I spotted Cynthia stroking a one-shoulder gown.
"Miss Green, I'm sorry, but this dress is already reserved."
"I want it. Call whoever reserved it—I'll pay 10% more."
The sales associate's eyes brightened when she saw me.
"The bride is here. Why don't you discuss it with her directly, Miss Green?"
Cynthia's face twisted with fury the second she recognized me.
"Wendy, why do you keep haunting me? First the ring, now the dress—"
Beside her, Ethan scowled. "You said you wanted to break up, yet here you are, forcing me into marriage with your little stunts. Pathetic."
"Even if you crash my wedding, I won't spare you a glance. The dress and ring belong to Cynthia!"
I smirked. "Who said buying a wedding dress means I'm marrying you? The world's full of men, Ethan."
"You can't even afford a ring or a dress, and now you expect me to hand them over for free?"
Ethan's face flushed with rage. Cynthia burst into fake tears and fled.
"Ethan, if you've already decided everything, then I'm just in the way. I'll go—"
"Wendy!" Snatching a pair of scissors, Ethan lunged at the dress, hacking at the delicate fabric. "You think you can force me into marriage? Let's see you walk down the aisle in rags!"
This wasn't just any dress—Henry had it custom-made by top designers.
I rushed to stop him, but he shoved me hard. I hit the floor, and the scissors sliced across my hand.
Ethan was beyond reason, shredding the gown to pieces before stomping on it.
"Dream on, Wendy! If you dare ruin my wedding in five days, you'll end up worse than this dress!"
Without another glance, he bolted after Cynthia.
The sales assistant gasped and scrambled to call for help.
Dazed, I answered Henry's call.
"Are you hurt? Don't worry about the dress. I'll have legal handle this."
"I'm sorry..."
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