Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 113: Chapter 113

But maybe Blake caught feelings for me way earlier than his dumb ass realized.
When I told him to go fuck himself and never contact me again.
When he found out I'd ghosted him completely.
When he went snooping in my old room and found all our shit together.
When he stalked me to London and saw me killing it on stage with my violin.
And now, watching me getting cozy and engaged to someone else.
He finally got that he couldn't handle me dropping him, couldn't deal with seeing me wrapped around another dude.
Blake's chest felt like someone was squeezing the life out of him.
In that moment, he wanted to run over and yank me away from Ethan like some caveman.
He'd say sorry, tell me he fucked up big time.
He'd own all his bullshit and beg me to give his sorry ass another chance.
But even thinking this, his feet wouldn't move an inch.
Watching me—the girl who used to light up only for him—now snuggled up with someone else, giving that same gooey smile to Ethan.
He couldn't wrap his head around how shit went so sideways.
It hit him like a truck—all those times he'd been all over Sophia right in my face.
Back then, this idiot had no clue who he actually wanted.
So he'd shamelessly eye-fucked Sophia while I stood there watching like some chump.
Now that the shoe was on the other foot, he finally got how much that shit must've hurt.
People started noticing this weirdo standing there staring at me like a stalker.
I caught everyone acting sketchy, so I stopped dancing and turned to see what had everyone bugging.
My heart did a little jump when I spotted him.
Fucking Blake.
But once I really looked at his face, I felt nothing but disgust and "are you serious right now?"
I'd heard about the Sophia shitshow by then.
His so-called pure, destiny bullshit had been a complete scam from the jump.
And now that he realized how good he had it with me, he wanted a do-over.
That's why he kept popping up, trying to sweet-talk me, begging like a dog.
Now he was crashing my engagement party, making a scene like some attention whore.
My hand balled up, but I rolled my eyes and looked away.
Ethan stood next to me, clocking my fist.
He asked all quiet: "Liv, you feeling sorry for this clown?"
Then he got this sad puppy look, looking all pale: "If you're still hung up on him, that's cool. I know you guys were a thing forever. If you can't shake him, I can step back and just be your cheerleader."
When I heard that trash, I shot him a death glare: "You're the only one I want, dumbass."
"Don't pull that martyr bullshit. I know damn well you wouldn't walk if I told you to bounce."
"And as for that loser..."
My voice got nasty: "If Sophia hadn't gotten busted, he'd still be treating me like yesterday's garbage."
"But love that shows up late to the party ain't worth shit."
"I don't buy for a second that he actually gives a fuck about me now. He just misses having his little servant girl around. He wants me back so I can keep wiping his ass and cooking his meals."
"But I'm so over that clown. Not falling for that trap again."
Me and Blake? That shit was dead and buried.
Ethan didn't say a word, just gave me this little smile, pulled me in, and rubbed my back like I was a cat.
The party wound down, got dark out, and people started heading home.
When they finally locked the gates, Blake was still standing out there like some lost dog, waiting for someone who was never gonna show.