His Childhood Sweetheart Erased Our Wedding-So I Married Someone Else Chapter 08

His Childhood Sweetheart Erased Our Wedding-So I Married Someone Else Chapter 08

On the morning of the wedding, I put on the ivory dress.

I kept my makeup light. Noah wore a navy suit, his hair neatly combed.

In the car, he handed me a bouquet of baby’s breath.

He did not say anything grand or romantic. He only said, “The weather’s nice today.”

I smiled and took the flowers.

When we reached the church, Noah got out first to confirm the ceremony arrangements with the wedding

coordinator.

I was touching up my lipstick when the passenger door was yanked open.

Gavin crouched outside the car. His hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

He was never like this. He was the kind of man who fixed his hair even to take out the trash.

“Erin, you can’t go through with this.” He seized my wrist so hard it hurt. “If you want to punish me, fine. If you want me to apologize in front of everyone, I will. But you can’t marry someone else. Lily and I are over. She left yesterday and went back overseas because I told her to go. Erin, I’m choosing you!”

I looked at the dark shadows beneath his eyes and his cracked lips.

Four years ago, those were the words I had wanted more than anything.

Now that he had finally said them, I felt nothing.

“Gavin, you’re not choosing me. You’re only choosing me because Lila left. She always comes first. I only matter when she’s gone, and I refuse to be second anymore.”

His grip slowly loosened, and his shoulders slumped. His lips moved, but no words came out.

Noah walked over, his expression calm.

He glanced at the red marks around my wrist, then looked at Gavin.

“Her wrist is already red. Let go.”

Gavin raised his head.

For the first time in four years, he truly looked at Noah.

Then he looked at me and finally released my wrist.

I stepped out of the car and walked up the stone steps toward the church entrance.

Behind me, Gavin called in a hoarse voice, “Erin, are you sure you won’t regret this?”

I did not turn around.

When I pushed open the heavy wooden doors, colored light from the stained-glass windows fell across the

pews.

Noah walked beside me and asked softly, “Does your wrist hurt?”

I shook my head.

After the pastor performed the brief ceremony at the altar, Noah and I signed the marriage license in a side

room with two witnesses present.

He held my hand.

Only then did I realize I had been smiling the entire time.

Not once had I needed to force it.