Locked Out of My Own Wedding - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Sophia clearly hadn't anticipated my arrival.
The moment Alexander reached her hospital bedside, she practically launched herself into his arms, clinging to him like a koala. Alexander caught her instinctively—his worried expression undeniably real. Then, without missing a beat, she planted a loud, smacking kiss on his cheek.
While Alexander stood there awkwardly—half holding her, half unsure whether to push her away or glance at me—Sophia finally noticed me lingering in the doorway.
I'd just finished sending the video I'd recorded of their little reunion to her father. Oh, and I made sure to include the threatening messages she'd sent me before the wedding, along with those special videos she'd been so proud of.
Sophia's family? Respectable. Well-mannered. The kind of people who'd raised a rotten apple without realizing it. They hadn't even shown up to the wedding—proof they had no idea what their darling daughter had been up to. So why wouldn't I give them a front-row seat to her disgrace?
Sophia scowled. "What's she doing here? She's going to ruin my surgery mood..."
I set the carnations I'd brought into the vase beside her bed. "Just dropping by to wish you a successful surgery and a speedy recovery."
Her mouth opened, then shut.
Gently, I smoothed her hair and murmured, "Oh, and take this central air-conditioner with you when you leave. Trash belongs in the dumpster where it can be properly recycled."
Then I walked out.
Mostly because I didn't trust her not to stage some dramatic "fall" the second my back was turned.
The moment I stepped into the hallway, the sound of shattering glass erupted behind me—followed by Sophia's delicate sniffles and Alexander's hushed reassurances.
The door swung open again, and Alexander stormed out, scowling. "What did you say to her? You know she's—"
"A patient, yes," I cut in with a dry laugh. "If you want to worship at her altar, be my guest. But count me out."
Alexander exhaled sharply. "Sophia's condition is still unstable. I need to stay overnight."
Through the window, I caught Sophia glaring daggers at me—looking about as "unstable" as a caffeinated cheerleader.
I gave a slow nod. "You don't owe me an explanation."
We were done. Officially.
He grabbed my wrist. "You get it, right? It's a matter of life and death. I'm the one she loves most—with such a risky surgery, I can't let her go in with regrets..."
I never got to tell him we'd already broken up. That even if he spent the night in her bed, it wasn't my problem anymore.
Because right on cue, Sophia's voice fluttered from inside—weak, trembling, perfectly timed.
Alexander rushed back to her side without another glance at me.
The moment Alexander reached her hospital bedside, she practically launched herself into his arms, clinging to him like a koala. Alexander caught her instinctively—his worried expression undeniably real. Then, without missing a beat, she planted a loud, smacking kiss on his cheek.
While Alexander stood there awkwardly—half holding her, half unsure whether to push her away or glance at me—Sophia finally noticed me lingering in the doorway.
I'd just finished sending the video I'd recorded of their little reunion to her father. Oh, and I made sure to include the threatening messages she'd sent me before the wedding, along with those special videos she'd been so proud of.
Sophia's family? Respectable. Well-mannered. The kind of people who'd raised a rotten apple without realizing it. They hadn't even shown up to the wedding—proof they had no idea what their darling daughter had been up to. So why wouldn't I give them a front-row seat to her disgrace?
Sophia scowled. "What's she doing here? She's going to ruin my surgery mood..."
I set the carnations I'd brought into the vase beside her bed. "Just dropping by to wish you a successful surgery and a speedy recovery."
Her mouth opened, then shut.
Gently, I smoothed her hair and murmured, "Oh, and take this central air-conditioner with you when you leave. Trash belongs in the dumpster where it can be properly recycled."
Then I walked out.
Mostly because I didn't trust her not to stage some dramatic "fall" the second my back was turned.
The moment I stepped into the hallway, the sound of shattering glass erupted behind me—followed by Sophia's delicate sniffles and Alexander's hushed reassurances.
The door swung open again, and Alexander stormed out, scowling. "What did you say to her? You know she's—"
"A patient, yes," I cut in with a dry laugh. "If you want to worship at her altar, be my guest. But count me out."
Alexander exhaled sharply. "Sophia's condition is still unstable. I need to stay overnight."
Through the window, I caught Sophia glaring daggers at me—looking about as "unstable" as a caffeinated cheerleader.
I gave a slow nod. "You don't owe me an explanation."
We were done. Officially.
He grabbed my wrist. "You get it, right? It's a matter of life and death. I'm the one she loves most—with such a risky surgery, I can't let her go in with regrets..."
I never got to tell him we'd already broken up. That even if he spent the night in her bed, it wasn't my problem anymore.
Because right on cue, Sophia's voice fluttered from inside—weak, trembling, perfectly timed.
Alexander rushed back to her side without another glance at me.
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