Left at the Altar, Stolen by the Enemy - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Ethan's face twisted with confusion and helplessness as he pointed a trembling finger at Henry.
"Wendy, I get it—you're hurt, angry that Cynthia and I got married. But you can't just rush into marrying someone else like this! You know Henry. You know how petty and vindictive he is. He's only doing this to screw with me, to use you! Wendy, he doesn't want you. This is all just some twisted revenge plot—don't fall for it!"
Henry's smirk vanished, his expression darkening as he glared at his old rival. "Ethan, don't project your own disgusting behavior onto me. I'm marrying Wendy because I love her, not to play your pathetic little games."
Ethan grabbed my hand, desperation in his grip. "Wendy, don't let him sweet-talk you! He barely knows you—how could he possibly love you? And let's be real, his family would never accept a woman like you, not after I—"
He spat the words out like poison, laying bare the ugly truth in front of Henry. It was humiliating.
"Henry, are you sure you want to marry a woman I've already had?"
My fingers twitched, my fists clenching so hard they shook.
"See, Wendy? No one else will take you. Just go home and wait for me. After Cynthia's wedding, I'll come to you tomorrow night."
Hot, shameful tears pricked my eyes as I stared at the floor.
Then—warmth. Henry's hand closed around mine, steady and sure.
"What century are you living in, Hill? Still stuck in the dark ages? You're the one who wronged Wendy. She's the victim here. And unlike you, I actually care about her."
I didn't know if Henry meant it, but in that moment, his words were a lifeline.
I lifted my head and looked at the man I'd loved for eight years—and felt nothing but disgust.
"Ethan, we're adults. You made your choice. Now I've made mine. Stay out of it."
Henry adjusted the hairpin at my temple. "Let's go. Our wedding's starting."
As we passed Ethan, he lunged, fingers digging into my arm.
"Wendy, stop this! Come back with me!"
I laughed, cold and sharp. "Back? There is no going back. Let. Go."
His grip tightened, eyes burning with betrayal. "How could you do this to me?"
Henry snapped. He seized Ethan by the tie, yanking him close. "You stole my fiancée. Now you're trying to steal my wife? Do you really think I'll let you humiliate me twice?"
They shoved each other just as Cynthia—still in her wedding dress—rushed over, shooting me a venomous look.
"Ethan, our ceremony is about to start! Let's go!"
"Get off me!" He didn't even glance at her, his gaze locked on me, red-rimmed and desperate.
"Wendy. You win. Please. Come home."
I met his eyes, my voice steady. "I don't love you anymore. Today, I become Henry's wife. Let it go."
"Wendy, I get it—you're hurt, angry that Cynthia and I got married. But you can't just rush into marrying someone else like this! You know Henry. You know how petty and vindictive he is. He's only doing this to screw with me, to use you! Wendy, he doesn't want you. This is all just some twisted revenge plot—don't fall for it!"
Henry's smirk vanished, his expression darkening as he glared at his old rival. "Ethan, don't project your own disgusting behavior onto me. I'm marrying Wendy because I love her, not to play your pathetic little games."
Ethan grabbed my hand, desperation in his grip. "Wendy, don't let him sweet-talk you! He barely knows you—how could he possibly love you? And let's be real, his family would never accept a woman like you, not after I—"
He spat the words out like poison, laying bare the ugly truth in front of Henry. It was humiliating.
"Henry, are you sure you want to marry a woman I've already had?"
My fingers twitched, my fists clenching so hard they shook.
"See, Wendy? No one else will take you. Just go home and wait for me. After Cynthia's wedding, I'll come to you tomorrow night."
Hot, shameful tears pricked my eyes as I stared at the floor.
Then—warmth. Henry's hand closed around mine, steady and sure.
"What century are you living in, Hill? Still stuck in the dark ages? You're the one who wronged Wendy. She's the victim here. And unlike you, I actually care about her."
I didn't know if Henry meant it, but in that moment, his words were a lifeline.
I lifted my head and looked at the man I'd loved for eight years—and felt nothing but disgust.
"Ethan, we're adults. You made your choice. Now I've made mine. Stay out of it."
Henry adjusted the hairpin at my temple. "Let's go. Our wedding's starting."
As we passed Ethan, he lunged, fingers digging into my arm.
"Wendy, stop this! Come back with me!"
I laughed, cold and sharp. "Back? There is no going back. Let. Go."
His grip tightened, eyes burning with betrayal. "How could you do this to me?"
Henry snapped. He seized Ethan by the tie, yanking him close. "You stole my fiancée. Now you're trying to steal my wife? Do you really think I'll let you humiliate me twice?"
They shoved each other just as Cynthia—still in her wedding dress—rushed over, shooting me a venomous look.
"Ethan, our ceremony is about to start! Let's go!"
"Get off me!" He didn't even glance at her, his gaze locked on me, red-rimmed and desperate.
"Wendy. You win. Please. Come home."
I met his eyes, my voice steady. "I don't love you anymore. Today, I become Henry's wife. Let it go."
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