My Groom Swapped Brides at the Altar So I Swapped Grooms in the Parking Lot Chapter 15

My Groom Swapped Brides at the Altar So I Swapped Grooms in the Parking Lot Chapter 15

Brandon took a deep breath.

“Sloane, the bride switch was just a formality. You know how it’s been between her and me all these years.

We’ve never seen eye to eye.

“I married her to keep her in check, so she’d stop making a scene. My brother wouldn’t have wanted her

marrying just anyone either.”

“It’s always been you, Sloane. Always.”

Sloane had never seen Brandon cry.

With her, he had always been the strong one.

The one who knew exactly what he wanted.

Now his eyes were red, his composure crumbling.

But she felt nothing.

Loving someone was easy.

Letting go was easy too.

Once the damage hit a certain point, going back felt impossible.

“Too late,” she said.

“And that night in our house?” Sloane let out a soft laugh. “Once I’ve had a taste, I don’t want to trade it in.”

Brandon’s pupils contracted.

The honeymoon suite?

He remembered it now.

The used condom he had found in the bedroom.

The one that was not his.

So it was theirs.

“How dare you?” Tears were still on his face, but his expression twisted into something ugly. “I never touched her! How could you betray me?”

Sloane looked at him, her eyes tired.

“You two being together is only a matter of time, isn’t it?”

“Don’t lie to me, Brandon. You didn’t marry her to keep fier in check. You married her because you couldn’t stand the thought of her marrying someone else.”

“You wrecked eight of her engagements not because you hated her. Because you wanted her for yourself and

couldn’t admit it.”

Brandon’s face went white.

His lips parted, but no words came.

“As for how far you two went?” Sloane paused. “My custom-made cufflinks ended up on her nightstand. Isn’t that proof enough?”

Brandon opened his mouth.

“That was…”

“A-mistake? A coincidence?” Sloane cut him off. “You always have an excuse, Brandon. Always.’

Down the hall, Riley poked her head out.

“Sloane! Car’s here!”

Sloane turned around.

She did not look back.

Brandon stood there, watching their backs disappear down the corridor.

Finally, he understood.

She was not throwing a tantrum.

She was not waiting for him to win her back.

She was done.

For real.

The spotlight finally hit Alex.

The old man leaned on his cane and cleared his throat into the microphone.

“Apologies for the family interruption. Let’s get the summit started.”

Sparse applause rippled through the hall.

Brandon Astor’s public meltdown and the scandal that followed put Astor Industries on life support.

The Marshall Trading Group contract went to the Barrett family, the dark horse bidder nobody saw coming.