Trading My Fiancé for His Enemy - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

I shot a glance at Derek, who was standing off to the side like a silent statue. "Stop trying to get close to me. I'm done with him."
Xavier jumped in quickly, "Come on, Sheila. Derek might not be great with words, but he's been losing his mind without you. You ghosted him for over a month—he's been a wreck."
Derek's expression darkened. "Xavier, cut the crap. Did I miss her? That's ridiculous."
"Knock it off, Derek," Xavier snapped. "You finally get to see her—just apologize already." Reluctantly, Derek took a step forward.
"Let's just end this," I said, shaking my head. "It's getting out of hand."
I almost laughed. Even now, Derek still thought this was some kind of act.
His words burned me up so bad I started sweating. I tugged at my collar to cool off—and that's when Derek's eyes locked onto the hickey on my neck.
He lost it.
Grabbing my shoulders, he growled, "Sheila, what the hell is that?"
I smirked. "We're adults, Derek. Stop playing dumb. I'm married." I held up my left hand, flashing the massive diamond on my finger.
Derek exploded. He kicked the door so hard it rattled. "Damn it, Sheila! Are you seriously with Ethan now?"
I kept my voice icy. "Do I look like I'm joking? We're done. Go be happy with Rebecca."
His jaw clenched. "You really think Ethan's gonna change for you? Don't flatter yourself. And don't come crawling back to me later."
"That's my problem, not yours."
By then, Mia had sobered up enough to join the fight. "Who's making all this noise? Xavier, get him out of here. We're done!"
The night was officially ruined.
Later, I was sprawled on the couch at home, enjoying a massage from Ethan while scrolling through my phone—until I saw my name splashed across the headlines: "Rich Girl Caught Cheating on Fiancé with Ex at Kinnaird."
I hurled my phone across the room. "What the actual hell?!"
Ethan picked it up, scanning the article. "So, you saw Derek tonight?"
Before I could defend myself, he covered my mouth, his lips brushing my ear. "I've been working so hard, Mrs. Garcia… and you're still not satisfied?"
My face burned. "Ethan—"
He smirked. "Relax, sweetheart. A good ex should stay buried. Derek's got zero chance." Just as things were heating up, my phone started buzzing nonstop on the nightstand.
I kept hitting ignore, but the calls kept coming.
"Who's the desperate guy blowing up your phone?" Ethan teased.
Fed up, I finally answered. "Whoever this is, you're dead!"
Derek's slurred voice blasted through the speaker. "Sheila, get out here! You chased me first—how could you marry someone else so fast?"
I was speechless. Even now, he didn't get it.
I'd loved him so much. And how did he repay me?
Forgiveness after forgiveness, until there was nothing left.
Too many heartbreaks. Too many betrayals. Derek didn't control my heart anymore.
"Derek, wake up. I don't exist for you. I don't care about you."
He roared, "Bullshit! Get out here! Tell Ethan's damn security to back off!"
I hadn't expected him to show up at my door.
After hanging up, Ethan raised an eyebrow. "My wife's in high demand."
I sighed as he snapped, "Get him out of here!"
When I opened the door, Derek was a mess—tears streaming, barely standing, held back by security.
"Sheila, I knew you couldn't leave me! I was wrong. Please, forgive me!"
It was the first time I'd ever seen him broken. No pride, no arrogance—just raw desperation.
I kept my voice steady. "Go home, Derek. What would Rebecca think? What would my husband think?"
"You're mad about the Rebecca thing, right? I ended it! You're the only one I want!"
"Enough! I'm married. You want me to be your side piece now?"
"I don't care! Ethan's just my replacement—you're punishing me! Give me one more chance!"
Just then, Ethan strolled up, towel slung low on his hips. "Honey, I'm just a substitute?" he drawled.
Before I could react, he pinned me against the door and kissed me like we were the only two people in the world.
My knees buckled, but his grip was iron—steady, unshakable, exactly where I needed him.