He Tripped Me at the Wedding So She Could Catch the Bouquet Chapter 06

He Tripped Me at the Wedding So She Could Catch the Bouquet Chapter 06

The video of me getting slapped at the mall spread like wildfire online.

People who didn’t know the story found my account. My feed was flooded with hate.

Every kind of insult you could think of.

But within a few hours, the police released a statement.

All the videos were taken down. The people who spread them started posting apologies.

Ethan made an account and explained himself everything—the whole story from start to finish.

Once the truth came out, the public turned on him and Zoe.

People were furious.

Within hours, Ethan’s entire network got put on blast. His firm’s info was all over the internet.

His company took a hit from the backlash.

Ethan got called home. After his mom’s slap, his dad swung his cane hard across his back.

He grunted but took it.

Then he smoked all night, reading every single hate comment, one by one.

[Fake dating? More like an excuse to have an affair right under her nose.]

[Girlfriend has a miscarriage, and this guy moves another woman into his place while he’s ‘too busy’ to be there? But he’s got time to go shopping with her?]

[Every word that mom said came back to bite her. The real homeworker is her own daughter.]

[The cheating scumbag and the side piece owe Ellie an apology!]

[Feel so bad for her. Dump this irresponsible loser already.]

He didn’t sleep all night. His eyes were dry and burning.

Then he noticed it. A bag sitting in the corner.

The one I’d left at the door the day I was discharged. He’d brought it inside but never opened it.

He got up and slowly pulled out what was inside.

It was a dress. The one I’d worn to Yara’s wedding.

There were dark patches all over it. Dried blood. Completely set in.

The worst spots had turned a deep, bruised blue-black, like rust.

Ethan turned on the water. It rushed over his hands.

He remembered that day—carrying me to the hospital, telling the driver to go faster, faster.

His clothes were covered in it. His hands too.

His chest felt tight. All he wanted was for the blood to disappear.

He’d never really done laundry before. But he scrubbed that dress, over and over, like a machine.

The stains wouldn’t budge.

The fingerprint lock beeped twice. Someone was inside.

Ethan jerked his head up.

“Ellie?”

It was Zoe.

She looked at his red-rimmed eyes. “Ethan, have you been sleeping?”

He ignored her. Like she was something foul. He walked straight to the door and deleted her fingerprint from the lock.

Then he pulled the door open. His voice was ice.

“Get out. You’re not welcome here.”

Zoe wasn’t used to seeing him like this—cold. Unreachable.

He called her name again.

She looked at him, waiting, unsure.

“Everything your family left here—I already had it thrown out.”

“If you still want it, check the trash by the gate.”

He was back to his old self. That sharp, unapproachable edge. Like nothing could touch him.

She bit her lip, trying to keep her composure.

“I didn’t come for my stuff.”

“People are attacking me everywhere. Someone got my number. They won’t stop harassing me.”

“At the office, no one says it to my face—but I hear what they say behind my back.”

“Can’t you post another statement? Clear things up? Tell them it was all a misunderstanding?”