My CEO Husband Let Her Ruin Our Wedding Live Chapter 10

My CEO Husband Let Her Ruin Our Wedding Live Chapter 10

Stellan didn’t move.

The ashtray hit him square in the chest with a heavy crack, glass against bone. He staggered, clutching himself as the blood spread fast across his white shirt.

“If you’re going to drop dead, do it outside,” I said, pointing at the door. “Don’t make a mess in here.”

His face went pale. He braced himself against the wall, barely holding on.

“Stop acting.” I stepped forward and grabbed his shirt, ripping it open.

Buttons snapped, fabric tearing under my hands. The moment his chest was exposed, I froze.

Scars. Layered, overlapping, brutal.

And right in the center, carved deep into the flesh, was my name.

Mirelle Vance.

The scar tissue was thick and distorted, like it had been cut open again and again, healed, then torn apart

once more.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I stepped back instinctively.

He pulled his shirt closed, head lowered, not daring to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry… I just missed you. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

en he dropped to his knees.

at my clothes, forehead pressed against my leg as he broke down completely. “Please…

e more chance. I’m begging you.

dgrated against my nerves.

pressed my fingers to my temple, exhausted. “I need to rest. Get out.’

His shoulders collapsed. Completely.

He stood there for a moment, then turned and walked out slowly, each step heavy. “I’ll make it up to you,”

he said, voice barely holding together.

I didn’t respond.