She Took My Seat, He Took Her Side, I Took Another Man Chapter 02

She Took My Seat, He Took Her Side, I Took Another Man Chapter 02

Seeing how things were going, the relatives started finding all kinds of excuses to leave. The once-lively pickup scene now held only my parents and me.

“The venue’s been calling. You’ve got your back seat now. Can we go?” Dominic rolled down the window, his tone edged with a challenge.

In the few minutes it took, Nina had already snapped photos and posted who-knows-how-many updates on her feed.

[Rode in the wedding car with Dominic today. Turns out it’s pretty comfortable—wish I could ride longer.]

Underneath, a photo of her sitting next to him.

Comments poured in:

[Nina, you and Dominic are finally getting married? I knew it—you two are perfect together.]

[I thought he was actually marrying that uptight Sienna—scared me. Glad it’s you, Nina.]

A flood of congratulations and well-wishes hit me like slaps.

Dominic, who never let anything slide, who’d correct a single misworded sentence on the spot—he liked that post.

“Let me go with you, Sienna?” Dad took my hand and whispered in my ear, his voice careful.

Seven years together in college—everyone knew how much I loved him. The gap between our families was huge. After graduation, I clawed my way up, downing nine glasses of whiskey on a business deal without a peep. To get into his company, I started from the bottom as an assistant. Five years before I made it to executive secretary, standing by his side.

The first time we fought was the day Nina started. He said he kept work and personal separate, but she walked right into the position I’d spent five years climbing to.

We didn’t talk for two weeks, and it just fizzled out.

Dad hadn’t approved of the marriage. I threw a two-year tantrum and didn’t come home. After that, he treaded carefully around anything about Dominic.

The night before the wedding, while packing my wedding preparations, Dad—stubborn his whole life—finally softened as we turned off the lights to sleep. “I’ll support any decision you make, Sienna. Just don’t stay away.”

But now, Dad, I didn’t want to marry him anymore.

I ripped off my veil and threw it on the ground. “Dominic, take your people and leave. I’m not marrying you.”

“Sienna, playing hard to get won’t work on me. You’d better be sure before you say that.” He stepped out of the car, expression dark.

“You’ve been with me seven years. The wedding’s half-done. What’s the difference between you now and a divorced woman? Who would even want you?”

He said it right in front of my parents, without a flicker of guilt.

The sky was turning gray, and a fine drizzle started falling.

When he got out, Nina followed. “Sienna, you’re just mad I’m close to Dominic, aren’t you? If you give him an out today and finish the ceremony, I’ll turn in my resignation tomorrow, abort the baby, and leave New York.”