Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 116: Chapter 116
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Wedding day came at us fast as hell.
There I was, sitting in this hotel we'd booked out two months ago, decked out in my white dress, staring at my bridal makeup in the mirror, totally zoned out.
When I hopped on that plane to London after watching Blake propose to Sophia, I'm not gonna lie—it felt like someone punched me in the gut.
The dream proposal I'd pictured a million times, the guy I'd been crazy about for years, all that shit belonged to someone else now.
Would I ever find someone who actually gave a damn? Would I ever get my own special day?
Today, I finally had my answer.
"Liv, you good to go?"
The door swung open, and I turned to see Ethan walking in.
His face had this smile that could melt ice as he stared at me like I was the only person on earth.
I got all weird with him eyeballing me, my face heating up as I tried to play it cool:
"Why you looking at me like that? Not like it's the first time you've seen me."
Ethan shook his head: "You're always hot as hell, Liv, but in that wedding dress? You're blowing my mind."
"Just thinking about you actually becoming my wife, spending our lives together—I feel like I won the fucking lottery."
"Thank God I didn't blow off my parents when they suggested meeting you. Falling for you the second I saw you—that's some destiny shit, right?"
Looking at his face, all honest and raw, my heart did this weird flip between happy and hurting.
Those five years with Blake treating me like I was disposable nearly convinced me I wasn't worth anyone's time or love.
That shit cut deeper than I ever admitted.
If Ethan hadn't shown up, I'd probably still be lying in bed at 3 AM, replaying all the times I killed myself for someone who couldn't care less.
It was Ethan's straight-up honesty and no-bullshit love that snapped me out of it. He made me see how badass I was for still having the guts to love hard. That someone with my looks and talent deserved some damn appreciation.
The right person can fix what others break. I lucked out finding someone so good.
As for Blake...
I should've kicked him to the curb ages ago, even though hearing his name still made my chest tight.
Whatever. After today, Blake and I were done. Period.
"Ready to do this?" Ethan asked, voice all soft.
"Walk through that door, and you're officially stuck with me."
Looking at this nervous-ass man in front of me, I reached out.
Ethan got the hint and grabbed my hand, leading me out.
The wedding march hit, the doors swung wide, and we walked out like we owned the place.
Everyone turned to stare, and my stomach did a little flip.
Ethan, always picking up on my moods, caught me walking stiff as a board.
"Liv, chill," his voice in my ear was smooth as butter, "every person here is rooting for us."
Guests were whispering on both sides:
"They're so fucking perfect together..."
"Heard they were set up by their parents, both music nerds, and they clicked right away."
"And they're all over each other. Lucky bastards."
Finally, ring time. The officiant looked at us with that standard wedding smile: "Do you, Ethan Reynolds, take Liv Walker to be your wife, for richer or poorer..."
"I do." Ethan stared at me like I was the only thing in his world.
"Do you, Liv Walker, take..."
"WAIT!" The doors flew open with a crash. Everyone whipped around to see Blake standing there like some dramatic movie scene.
"Liv, please," his voice was so wrecked it sounded like he'd been gargling rocks, "just give me a chance... don't marry this guy."
There I was, sitting in this hotel we'd booked out two months ago, decked out in my white dress, staring at my bridal makeup in the mirror, totally zoned out.
When I hopped on that plane to London after watching Blake propose to Sophia, I'm not gonna lie—it felt like someone punched me in the gut.
The dream proposal I'd pictured a million times, the guy I'd been crazy about for years, all that shit belonged to someone else now.
Would I ever find someone who actually gave a damn? Would I ever get my own special day?
Today, I finally had my answer.
"Liv, you good to go?"
The door swung open, and I turned to see Ethan walking in.
His face had this smile that could melt ice as he stared at me like I was the only person on earth.
I got all weird with him eyeballing me, my face heating up as I tried to play it cool:
"Why you looking at me like that? Not like it's the first time you've seen me."
Ethan shook his head: "You're always hot as hell, Liv, but in that wedding dress? You're blowing my mind."
"Just thinking about you actually becoming my wife, spending our lives together—I feel like I won the fucking lottery."
"Thank God I didn't blow off my parents when they suggested meeting you. Falling for you the second I saw you—that's some destiny shit, right?"
Looking at his face, all honest and raw, my heart did this weird flip between happy and hurting.
Those five years with Blake treating me like I was disposable nearly convinced me I wasn't worth anyone's time or love.
That shit cut deeper than I ever admitted.
If Ethan hadn't shown up, I'd probably still be lying in bed at 3 AM, replaying all the times I killed myself for someone who couldn't care less.
It was Ethan's straight-up honesty and no-bullshit love that snapped me out of it. He made me see how badass I was for still having the guts to love hard. That someone with my looks and talent deserved some damn appreciation.
The right person can fix what others break. I lucked out finding someone so good.
As for Blake...
I should've kicked him to the curb ages ago, even though hearing his name still made my chest tight.
Whatever. After today, Blake and I were done. Period.
"Ready to do this?" Ethan asked, voice all soft.
"Walk through that door, and you're officially stuck with me."
Looking at this nervous-ass man in front of me, I reached out.
Ethan got the hint and grabbed my hand, leading me out.
The wedding march hit, the doors swung wide, and we walked out like we owned the place.
Everyone turned to stare, and my stomach did a little flip.
Ethan, always picking up on my moods, caught me walking stiff as a board.
"Liv, chill," his voice in my ear was smooth as butter, "every person here is rooting for us."
Guests were whispering on both sides:
"They're so fucking perfect together..."
"Heard they were set up by their parents, both music nerds, and they clicked right away."
"And they're all over each other. Lucky bastards."
Finally, ring time. The officiant looked at us with that standard wedding smile: "Do you, Ethan Reynolds, take Liv Walker to be your wife, for richer or poorer..."
"I do." Ethan stared at me like I was the only thing in his world.
"Do you, Liv Walker, take..."
"WAIT!" The doors flew open with a crash. Everyone whipped around to see Blake standing there like some dramatic movie scene.
"Liv, please," his voice was so wrecked it sounded like he'd been gargling rocks, "just give me a chance... don't marry this guy."
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