Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 111: Chapter 111

Next morning, when Ethan was heading out, I jumped up to walk him to the door.
Even though I knew we'd see each other later, I was already missing his ass.
I couldn't spit out that sappy shit, so I just watched him go like some lovesick teenager.
Right when he was about to bounce, he spun around and pulled me in for a hug.
His cute face and that smile hit me right in the feels.
"Liv, wanna do lunch? I'll swing by and grab you."
My eyes lit up like Christmas as I stared at him, totally surprised but pumped.
His smile got even bigger as he squeezed me one more time before jumping in his car.
I watched until his car disappeared behind the gate, then dragged myself back inside.
Outside, I clocked the black Maybach that had been creeping in the corner all night.
The windows were blacked out, but whatever. Not my problem.
I thought about it for a sec, then made a quick call.
For the next month, Ethan and I were all over each other.
Then after one of my shows, he dropped to one knee right in front of everybody.
The orchestra kicked in with my favorite song, just like he'd planned.
The ceiling lit up with this sick star projection, spinning around and looking magical as hell.
Flower petals started falling everywhere as Ethan knelt down.
"Liv, I never told you this, but I fell for you the second I laid eyes on you."
"I know people get stupid when they're feeling something, so I've been thinking hard about us, about whether this is real."
"And I figured out you're not just my 'holy shit' first impression—you're my fucking soulmate, the person who gets me on every level."
"Liv, you wanna do this thing or what?"
Looking at this guy with his beet-red ears and those nervous puppy-dog eyes, I started getting all watery.
It hit me that while I was chasing Blake's stupid ass, I'd become someone's whole world. I actually deserved to be loved and treated right.
The tears came, but this time with a big-ass smile.
So I nodded like I meant that shit.
"Fuck yes!"
Meanwhile, in the crowd, someone popped up like a jack-in-the-box.
Blake's dumb ass.
After figuring out Ethan had me on lockdown, Blake went nuts buying tickets to every single show I did.
He thought he'd catch me alone, spill his guts about how sorry he was, how much he missed me, how he loved me too.
He wouldn't make me wait—we could be together right now.
Instead, he watched me get proposed to—and I said fucking YES!
Blake looked like someone had slapped him with a brick.
Everything started spinning, his chest feeling like an elephant was sitting on it.
I had accepted another dude's proposal!
He squeezed his fists so tight his nails drew blood.
But Blake was too fucked up to feel it, just staring at us hugging like an idiot.
How the FUCK was this happening?!
I had been so into him, even stayed when I could've bounced, wasted years of my life on his ass.
We'd fucked a million times, I'd treated him like a king, even sworn I wouldn't marry anyone else.
How could I say yes to some random guy?
Like someone stole his favorite toy, Blake was a mess of rage and pain.
He wanted to charge up there and rip us apart, but seeing how happy I looked, his legs wouldn't move.
Then the show ended, and we disappeared backstage.
Everyone cleared out, leaving just Blake standing there like a lost kid in a mall.