The Wedding They'll Never Forget - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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He'd tried everything to reach me—calling mutual friends, flooding my inbox with emails, even stalking my old addresses. But I'd vanished without a trace.
Months had passed since that day, and I'd already moved on, settling comfortably in Evercrest, a world away.
Step nine? Ghosting him—flawless execution. Step ten? Living my best life. They say the best revenge is happiness, and damn, were they right.
I hadn't just run away—I'd built something. The business expansion I'd planned long before the wedding was finally thriving. It was supposed to be my surprise gift to him, but fate had other plans.
Now, sales were booming, and our new office was ready—a fresh start in every sense. That day, the place buzzed with energy as we hauled in boxes, employees darting around, voices overlapping with excitement. I barely had a second to breathe—until I saw him.
Paul.
Standing in the doorway like some tragic ghost from my past, thinner, disheveled, desperation etched into every line of his face.
My stomach dropped. How the hell did he find me? But I refused to let him ruin this moment.
I motioned him to a quiet corner, arms crossed, voice icy. "Didn't expect you here."
He exhaled shakily, like he'd been holding his breath for months. "One of your friends caved. I begged her, Ruby. Cried. She told me where you were."
I rolled my eyes. Classic Paul—master of the pity play.
"I borrowed money just to get here," he rasped, voice trembling. "I came to bring you home. We can start over—just forget everything."
A bitter laugh escaped me. "Forget? You cheated. Made me a fool. And now you think we hit reset?"
His jaw clenched. "I messed up, but we can fix this. I love you."
"Love me?" I scoffed. "Go marry Claire—your perfect sidepiece."
His face darkened, but I was done.
"We can move past this," he insisted, stepping closer. "Fresh start."
I laughed louder. "Fresh start? I have a fresh start—one that doesn't include you."
When he grabbed my wrist, I jerked back. "Don't touch me."
Nearby staff tensed, stepping forward. "Everything okay, Ms. Sinclair?"
Paul snapped at them, "Stay out of it!"
I raised a hand. "It's fine. Paul was just leaving."
But he wasn't backing down. "No. You don't get to ghost me, Ruby. You owe me!"
The audacity. The delusion.
Some ghosts just won't stay buried.
Months had passed since that day, and I'd already moved on, settling comfortably in Evercrest, a world away.
Step nine? Ghosting him—flawless execution. Step ten? Living my best life. They say the best revenge is happiness, and damn, were they right.
I hadn't just run away—I'd built something. The business expansion I'd planned long before the wedding was finally thriving. It was supposed to be my surprise gift to him, but fate had other plans.
Now, sales were booming, and our new office was ready—a fresh start in every sense. That day, the place buzzed with energy as we hauled in boxes, employees darting around, voices overlapping with excitement. I barely had a second to breathe—until I saw him.
Paul.
Standing in the doorway like some tragic ghost from my past, thinner, disheveled, desperation etched into every line of his face.
My stomach dropped. How the hell did he find me? But I refused to let him ruin this moment.
I motioned him to a quiet corner, arms crossed, voice icy. "Didn't expect you here."
He exhaled shakily, like he'd been holding his breath for months. "One of your friends caved. I begged her, Ruby. Cried. She told me where you were."
I rolled my eyes. Classic Paul—master of the pity play.
"I borrowed money just to get here," he rasped, voice trembling. "I came to bring you home. We can start over—just forget everything."
A bitter laugh escaped me. "Forget? You cheated. Made me a fool. And now you think we hit reset?"
His jaw clenched. "I messed up, but we can fix this. I love you."
"Love me?" I scoffed. "Go marry Claire—your perfect sidepiece."
His face darkened, but I was done.
"We can move past this," he insisted, stepping closer. "Fresh start."
I laughed louder. "Fresh start? I have a fresh start—one that doesn't include you."
When he grabbed my wrist, I jerked back. "Don't touch me."
Nearby staff tensed, stepping forward. "Everything okay, Ms. Sinclair?"
Paul snapped at them, "Stay out of it!"
I raised a hand. "It's fine. Paul was just leaving."
But he wasn't backing down. "No. You don't get to ghost me, Ruby. You owe me!"
The audacity. The delusion.
Some ghosts just won't stay buried.
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