Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 112: Chapter 112
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Ethan and I slapped our engagement party on the calendar quick.
We were already all over each other, our parents were tight, and we'd had that arranged marriage shit anyway.
On the big day, all my orchestra homies showed up. That's when it hit me—while I was grinding for my career, I'd somehow scored an amazing guy and killer friends too.
Meanwhile, Blake's nosy ass heard about our wedding details through the grapevine.
He still hadn't taken the hint, always trying to trap me in some conversation to explain his bullshit.
Finally, he caught me alone.
But I didn't hide how much he made my skin crawl, and straight-up told him:
"Blake, let me spell it out for you—what we had died when you kept throwing me under the bus for Sophia."
"Look, I've got a new man now and a new life. I'm done orbiting around your ass. I don't feel jack shit for you anymore."
Blake couldn't get it through his thick skull, but when he tried to force a hug on me, Ethan rolled up just in time.
He warned Blake: "Liv is my fiancée now. Back the fuck off and stop harassing her."
Faced with us standing there, me hanging onto Ethan like a lifeline, Blake had to drop his hands.
He watched us walk away together like a sad puppy.
Staring at the wedding invitation he'd hustled from someone,
Blake shut his eyes, and after a minute told his driver to flip a U-turn and head to our engagement spot.
Since I was a classical music nerd, Ethan had set up our party at this sick estate.
The whole place was bumping with orchestra music—every track something I'd mentioned digging.
And all the flowers around were ones I'd picked up for Ethan when we were dating.
Blake still wouldn't take no for an answer. Even now, this dumbass thought I was just playing hard to get because I hadn't heard his sorry-ass apology and confession.
So the stubborn fool crashed our engagement party.
On this huge, sunny-as-hell lawn, Ethan and I were slow dancing, totally wrapped up in each other.
I was snuggled against Ethan's chest, vibing with his movements.
We looked like we'd been dancing together our whole lives.
Blake had seen all my faces before—desperate, people-pleasing, lovesick—but never one like this, just straight-up happy.
Even though I'd told him flat-out I was over him, he still couldn't believe it.
But seeing my face now, he finally felt that knife twist, that "oh shit" moment of loss.
I'd followed him around like a puppy for years, doing whatever he wanted, even giving up my V-card for his ass.
He knew all this, but back then he was too busy drooling over Sophia to give a damn about my feelings.
He just figured I'd always be there waiting for him like some backup plan.
But his dismissive ass finally got what was coming to him. I was 100% done with his bullshit.
And only now, way too fucking late, did this idiot realize he had feelings for me.
We were already all over each other, our parents were tight, and we'd had that arranged marriage shit anyway.
On the big day, all my orchestra homies showed up. That's when it hit me—while I was grinding for my career, I'd somehow scored an amazing guy and killer friends too.
Meanwhile, Blake's nosy ass heard about our wedding details through the grapevine.
He still hadn't taken the hint, always trying to trap me in some conversation to explain his bullshit.
Finally, he caught me alone.
But I didn't hide how much he made my skin crawl, and straight-up told him:
"Blake, let me spell it out for you—what we had died when you kept throwing me under the bus for Sophia."
"Look, I've got a new man now and a new life. I'm done orbiting around your ass. I don't feel jack shit for you anymore."
Blake couldn't get it through his thick skull, but when he tried to force a hug on me, Ethan rolled up just in time.
He warned Blake: "Liv is my fiancée now. Back the fuck off and stop harassing her."
Faced with us standing there, me hanging onto Ethan like a lifeline, Blake had to drop his hands.
He watched us walk away together like a sad puppy.
Staring at the wedding invitation he'd hustled from someone,
Blake shut his eyes, and after a minute told his driver to flip a U-turn and head to our engagement spot.
Since I was a classical music nerd, Ethan had set up our party at this sick estate.
The whole place was bumping with orchestra music—every track something I'd mentioned digging.
And all the flowers around were ones I'd picked up for Ethan when we were dating.
Blake still wouldn't take no for an answer. Even now, this dumbass thought I was just playing hard to get because I hadn't heard his sorry-ass apology and confession.
So the stubborn fool crashed our engagement party.
On this huge, sunny-as-hell lawn, Ethan and I were slow dancing, totally wrapped up in each other.
I was snuggled against Ethan's chest, vibing with his movements.
We looked like we'd been dancing together our whole lives.
Blake had seen all my faces before—desperate, people-pleasing, lovesick—but never one like this, just straight-up happy.
Even though I'd told him flat-out I was over him, he still couldn't believe it.
But seeing my face now, he finally felt that knife twist, that "oh shit" moment of loss.
I'd followed him around like a puppy for years, doing whatever he wanted, even giving up my V-card for his ass.
He knew all this, but back then he was too busy drooling over Sophia to give a damn about my feelings.
He just figured I'd always be there waiting for him like some backup plan.
But his dismissive ass finally got what was coming to him. I was 100% done with his bullshit.
And only now, way too fucking late, did this idiot realize he had feelings for me.
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