My Groom Swapped Brides at the Altar So I Swapped Grooms in the Parking Lot Chapter 07

My Groom Swapped Brides at the Altar So I Swapped Grooms in the Parking Lot Chapter 07

Brandon’s brow furrowed sharply.

Her husband?

He had not gone back today.

Where the hell did “her husband” come from?

He looked at the photo pinned to the bulletin board again.

Timestamp: 1:00 PM.

His thumb hovered over the edge of the print.

Something stirred in his memory.

Sloane’s uncle was a straightforward, honest man.

Old-school to the bone.

The year they got engaged, Brandon had offered to buy him a bigger house.

The old man had waved him off.

“I’ve got two hands and two feet. I don’t need anyone supporting me.”

Every holiday, Brandon sent over whiskey, wine, and fine tea.

It always came back unopened, with a text:

[You two work hard for your money. Save it for yourselves.]

Back then, Brandon thought the old man was ungrateful.

Only later did Sloane tell him the truth.

Her uncle was scared of what people would say.

That a poor relative had latched onto the Astors and started milking his niece for everything she was worth.

A man like that would not casually call any guy Sloane’s husband.

Unless…

Brandon shot to his feet.

Too fast.

His fest caught the edge of the small rug by the nightstand.

In that split second, he caught a glimpse of something peeking out from under the corner of the rug.

A used condom.

Knotted at the end.

Brandon walked over, picked it up, and stared at it.

His eyes went wide.