Step aside, Uncle Pride：Your Nephew is My Next Man - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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Against everyone’s wishes, I ended up with my childhood best friend’s uncle.
Wyatt Marchand treated me like his precious little princess. He even got a vasectomy—just because I was scared of giving birth.
Then one day, I accidentally overheard him complaining to his friends.
"Sadie’s a total starfish in bed. All she does is spread her legs—boring as hell."
"I was such an idiot back then, getting all worked up over the whole virgin thing. Man, just give me a girl who knows how to get down and dirty."
So I bought some sexy lingerie, watched some porn, and got ready to surprise him that night.
We had the most intense, passionate sex ever. But right after he came, he grabbed my throat hard.
"Who taught you that shit? That dickhead you spread your legs for?"
"If you wanna be a whore, then don’t expect me to treat you like a saint!"
Ignoring my desperate pleas, he threw me to his buddies to "teach me a lesson."
After that hellish night, I crawled home completely broken, only to walk in on his pregnant ex-wife crying in his arms.
With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and called his nephew.
"Waylon? It's me... I miss you."
Leilani Crestwell was curled up in Wyatt's arms, sobbing her heart out.
"Wyatt, I didn't know where else to go. My husband just... he got sick and died so suddenly. It's just me and this baby now. I don't know what I'm gonna do!"
Wyatt held her tight, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. His voice was so gentle it made me sick.
"Shh, don't cry. I've got you, okay? I'm not going anywhere."
"And this little one? I'll love him like my own child."
I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.
The pain was so bad I couldn't even breathe.
Last night, I kept asking myself—how does love disappear just like that? How can he be so fucking cruel?
But seeing Leilani here, it all clicked. He never loved me. That's why tossing me aside was so damn easy.
I was so weak that I stumbled into the planter.
Wyatt Marchand looked up and saw me standing by the door.
His face twisted with annoyance, arms still wrapped around his ex-wife.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
He completely ignored the bruises on my body, my swollen eyes, the tears still running down my face. All he cared about was that I’d ruined his precious reunion.
I felt like the side character in a soap opera—the one who always barges in right when the leads are pouring their hearts out.
Leilani wiped her eyes and glanced at me. "She is...?"
I actually wanted to hear this—how was Wyatt gonna explain me to his pregnant ex?
"Just a friend’s kid crashing here for a bit."
He didn’t even flinch. Zero hesitation. Every word cut through me like a knife. What the hell was I even hoping for? God, I’m such a idiot.
Leilani looked me up and down, her eyes full of contempt.
"She obviously just got back from hooking up somewhere—look at those hickeys. She's not... you know, working the streets, is she?"
"Wyatt, how could you let someone like her live in your house? What if she's got STDs or some nasty infection?"
Wyatt gently ran his fingers through her hair. "I’ll handle everything, alright? You and the baby just stay here and don’t worry about a thing."
After getting Leilani settled, he slowly walked toward me with ice-cold expression.
Last night's nightmare made me instinctively afraid of him. I hugged myself tight and stepped back.
Wyatt looked me up and down like I was some mangy stray dog he couldn't wait to get rid of.
He let a mocking laughe. "Really, Sadie? The whole wounded bird act? You think that's gonna make me feel bad? I know my guys—they know better than to touch you. They just taught you a lesson. It's no big deal."
Yeah, right. Taught me a lesson.
They just shot me full of drugs to keep me be a good little puppet.
Just dragged me around the room by a collar, making me get on all fours and go "woof woof" like a dog.
Just let their hands roam all over my body while I couldn't fight back.
No big deal to him, apparently.
Since I wasn't sobbing and begging, Wyatt figured I'd gotten the message.
"You did this to yourself. Keep your act together from now on, and we'll call it even."
My voice was hoarse, eyes burning. "I'm telling you for the last time—I never cheated!"
Wyatt Marchand’s expression grew impatient—clearly, he had no intention of wasting his time arguing over “facts” with me.
He grabbed my jacket, threw it in my face, and started hauling me toward the exit.
Wyatt Marchand treated me like his precious little princess. He even got a vasectomy—just because I was scared of giving birth.
Then one day, I accidentally overheard him complaining to his friends.
"Sadie’s a total starfish in bed. All she does is spread her legs—boring as hell."
"I was such an idiot back then, getting all worked up over the whole virgin thing. Man, just give me a girl who knows how to get down and dirty."
So I bought some sexy lingerie, watched some porn, and got ready to surprise him that night.
We had the most intense, passionate sex ever. But right after he came, he grabbed my throat hard.
"Who taught you that shit? That dickhead you spread your legs for?"
"If you wanna be a whore, then don’t expect me to treat you like a saint!"
Ignoring my desperate pleas, he threw me to his buddies to "teach me a lesson."
After that hellish night, I crawled home completely broken, only to walk in on his pregnant ex-wife crying in his arms.
With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and called his nephew.
"Waylon? It's me... I miss you."
Leilani Crestwell was curled up in Wyatt's arms, sobbing her heart out.
"Wyatt, I didn't know where else to go. My husband just... he got sick and died so suddenly. It's just me and this baby now. I don't know what I'm gonna do!"
Wyatt held her tight, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. His voice was so gentle it made me sick.
"Shh, don't cry. I've got you, okay? I'm not going anywhere."
"And this little one? I'll love him like my own child."
I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.
The pain was so bad I couldn't even breathe.
Last night, I kept asking myself—how does love disappear just like that? How can he be so fucking cruel?
But seeing Leilani here, it all clicked. He never loved me. That's why tossing me aside was so damn easy.
I was so weak that I stumbled into the planter.
Wyatt Marchand looked up and saw me standing by the door.
His face twisted with annoyance, arms still wrapped around his ex-wife.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
He completely ignored the bruises on my body, my swollen eyes, the tears still running down my face. All he cared about was that I’d ruined his precious reunion.
I felt like the side character in a soap opera—the one who always barges in right when the leads are pouring their hearts out.
Leilani wiped her eyes and glanced at me. "She is...?"
I actually wanted to hear this—how was Wyatt gonna explain me to his pregnant ex?
"Just a friend’s kid crashing here for a bit."
He didn’t even flinch. Zero hesitation. Every word cut through me like a knife. What the hell was I even hoping for? God, I’m such a idiot.
Leilani looked me up and down, her eyes full of contempt.
"She obviously just got back from hooking up somewhere—look at those hickeys. She's not... you know, working the streets, is she?"
"Wyatt, how could you let someone like her live in your house? What if she's got STDs or some nasty infection?"
Wyatt gently ran his fingers through her hair. "I’ll handle everything, alright? You and the baby just stay here and don’t worry about a thing."
After getting Leilani settled, he slowly walked toward me with ice-cold expression.
Last night's nightmare made me instinctively afraid of him. I hugged myself tight and stepped back.
Wyatt looked me up and down like I was some mangy stray dog he couldn't wait to get rid of.
He let a mocking laughe. "Really, Sadie? The whole wounded bird act? You think that's gonna make me feel bad? I know my guys—they know better than to touch you. They just taught you a lesson. It's no big deal."
Yeah, right. Taught me a lesson.
They just shot me full of drugs to keep me be a good little puppet.
Just dragged me around the room by a collar, making me get on all fours and go "woof woof" like a dog.
Just let their hands roam all over my body while I couldn't fight back.
No big deal to him, apparently.
Since I wasn't sobbing and begging, Wyatt figured I'd gotten the message.
"You did this to yourself. Keep your act together from now on, and we'll call it even."
My voice was hoarse, eyes burning. "I'm telling you for the last time—I never cheated!"
Wyatt Marchand’s expression grew impatient—clearly, he had no intention of wasting his time arguing over “facts” with me.
He grabbed my jacket, threw it in my face, and started hauling me toward the exit.
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