Step aside, Uncle Pride：Your Nephew is My Next Man - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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All 99 calls were from Wyatt.
Waylon frowned but didn't call back.
But when we got home holding hands, we saw a familiar yet strange figure under the streetlight.
The moment he spotted our intertwined fingers, his eyes went wild with rage. He charged at us and threw a punch at Waylon's face.
Waylon, who'd been boxing for years, dodged it easily.
"Uncle, what are you doing here?"
Wyatt's bloodshot eyes glared at Waylon. "Do you even remember I'm your uncle? You fucking stole my wife!"
Waylon smiled casually. "Come on, uncle, don't be ridiculous. Sadie and I just got married. How could she be your wife?"
"You backstabbing piece of shit! If I hadn't seen that wedding invitation, how long were you planning to keep this from me?"
Turns out Wyatt didn't show up to the wedding because he couldn't stand seeing Waylon happy—he'd thrown the invitation aside without even looking at it.
Yesterday, he finally noticed the dusty invitation in the corner and opened it to find my name as the bride.
He went completely insane, calling Waylon nonstop, booking the first flight out, and rushing here like his life depended on it.
"Sadie..." Wyatt looked at me, his lips trembling.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you? I searched everywhere. I even went to your parents' house, but they'd moved away. I was losing my fucking mind..."
"Come back with me, okay?"
I laughed coldly. "Back where? You want me to move in with you and your wife, or are you planning to keep me as your side piece?"
Wyatt's body went rigid.
Waylon looked stunned too—he thought he'd hidden it from me, but I'd accidentally seen his chat with his mom.
Wyatt had already married Leilani, just two months after I left.
Wyatt went pale, scrambling to explain. "Leilani and the baby had nobody. I just wanted to take better care of them. We only got the license—we didn't have a real wedding."
"I've been waiting for you this whole time. I'll divorce her the second we get back, and then we can get married."
He frantically pulled a ring box from his pocket and opened it.
"I got this ring a year ago. I was going to propose, but I kept waiting for you to come back."
He looked at me hopefully.
"Sadie, let's go home together."
I shook my head and held up my wedding ring. "Look closely—I'm already married."
"That doesn't matter. You can get divorced."
I stared at him calmly. Seeing I wasn't budging, Wyatt suddenly exploded. "What's so great about him?"
Waylon raised an eyebrow and spread his hands innocently. "I'm young!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Wyatt's eyes blazed with fury. He'd wanted to tear Waylon apart from the moment he saw him, and now the kid was deliberately hitting his sorest spot.
I patted Waylon's arm, telling him to stop being a brat.
Seeing how lovey-dovey Waylon and I were completely broke Wyatt.
"Sadie, all those moments we shared, all that love—have you forgotten everything?"
"No."
I found it hilarious—did he only remember the good times?
"Wyatt, I haven't forgotten that slap you gave me."
"And I sure as hell haven't forgotten how you threw me to your buddies to humiliate me."
Wyatt sighed tiredly. "Why do you keep bringing that up? Didn't I already apologize for that?"
"You call that an apology?"
"Even if you had actually apologized, so what? Would that make the damage just disappear?"
"Wyatt, have you ever tried desperately to keep quiet but couldn't stop yourself from barking like a dog because of the drugs? Have you ever felt countless disgusting hands crawling all over your body?"
Just thinking about that night still made me shake.
Waylon wrapped his arms around me protectively, anchoring me.
Wyatt was completely stunned. Only now did he realize what had actually happened to me that night.
Waylon frowned but didn't call back.
But when we got home holding hands, we saw a familiar yet strange figure under the streetlight.
The moment he spotted our intertwined fingers, his eyes went wild with rage. He charged at us and threw a punch at Waylon's face.
Waylon, who'd been boxing for years, dodged it easily.
"Uncle, what are you doing here?"
Wyatt's bloodshot eyes glared at Waylon. "Do you even remember I'm your uncle? You fucking stole my wife!"
Waylon smiled casually. "Come on, uncle, don't be ridiculous. Sadie and I just got married. How could she be your wife?"
"You backstabbing piece of shit! If I hadn't seen that wedding invitation, how long were you planning to keep this from me?"
Turns out Wyatt didn't show up to the wedding because he couldn't stand seeing Waylon happy—he'd thrown the invitation aside without even looking at it.
Yesterday, he finally noticed the dusty invitation in the corner and opened it to find my name as the bride.
He went completely insane, calling Waylon nonstop, booking the first flight out, and rushing here like his life depended on it.
"Sadie..." Wyatt looked at me, his lips trembling.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you? I searched everywhere. I even went to your parents' house, but they'd moved away. I was losing my fucking mind..."
"Come back with me, okay?"
I laughed coldly. "Back where? You want me to move in with you and your wife, or are you planning to keep me as your side piece?"
Wyatt's body went rigid.
Waylon looked stunned too—he thought he'd hidden it from me, but I'd accidentally seen his chat with his mom.
Wyatt had already married Leilani, just two months after I left.
Wyatt went pale, scrambling to explain. "Leilani and the baby had nobody. I just wanted to take better care of them. We only got the license—we didn't have a real wedding."
"I've been waiting for you this whole time. I'll divorce her the second we get back, and then we can get married."
He frantically pulled a ring box from his pocket and opened it.
"I got this ring a year ago. I was going to propose, but I kept waiting for you to come back."
He looked at me hopefully.
"Sadie, let's go home together."
I shook my head and held up my wedding ring. "Look closely—I'm already married."
"That doesn't matter. You can get divorced."
I stared at him calmly. Seeing I wasn't budging, Wyatt suddenly exploded. "What's so great about him?"
Waylon raised an eyebrow and spread his hands innocently. "I'm young!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Wyatt's eyes blazed with fury. He'd wanted to tear Waylon apart from the moment he saw him, and now the kid was deliberately hitting his sorest spot.
I patted Waylon's arm, telling him to stop being a brat.
Seeing how lovey-dovey Waylon and I were completely broke Wyatt.
"Sadie, all those moments we shared, all that love—have you forgotten everything?"
"No."
I found it hilarious—did he only remember the good times?
"Wyatt, I haven't forgotten that slap you gave me."
"And I sure as hell haven't forgotten how you threw me to your buddies to humiliate me."
Wyatt sighed tiredly. "Why do you keep bringing that up? Didn't I already apologize for that?"
"You call that an apology?"
"Even if you had actually apologized, so what? Would that make the damage just disappear?"
"Wyatt, have you ever tried desperately to keep quiet but couldn't stop yourself from barking like a dog because of the drugs? Have you ever felt countless disgusting hands crawling all over your body?"
Just thinking about that night still made me shake.
Waylon wrapped his arms around me protectively, anchoring me.
Wyatt was completely stunned. Only now did he realize what had actually happened to me that night.
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