My Husband Saved My Cousin Instead of Me Chapter 11

My Husband Saved My Cousin Instead of Me Chapter 11

Right then, Gavin’s phone rang. Cecilia’s sugary, pouty voice poured through the speaker. “Gavin, a magazine

wants to shoot a couple’s cover with us. Can you make it?”

“This is huge for me. The Kingswood Academy of Dance is recruiting me as a principal dancer. That talk

show we booked has the fans going completely insane.”

“They’ve followed me for years. Every single one of them wants to watch the peerless flower bloom on the international stage.”

Gavin shut his eyes. A long, slow blink. “Cecilia, wait for me.” Before he left, Gavin forced a kiss on my

forehead.

“Be good. I’ve already quit your job at KTN for you. Stay put for a while. Once this is all over, you and I are

going to start a family.”

“I swear on everything I have, Sage. Our child gets it all. The entire West Group. No one else. Ever.”

Rain started pounding against the windshield.

I still couldn’t stop myself from speaking. “Gavin, if you walk away right now, I will never give you a child.”

He hesitated, glancing at his phone, and signaled his driver to come. “Stop it. Cecilia’s a public figure. She

needs me more than you do right now.”

“You used to shield me from everything. Now it’s my turn to help fix things between you and your parents.”

How ridiculous. When a man wants to justify something, he’ll find a million excuses.

Even though he’s seen with his own eyes that my parents treat me with less than a fraction of the affection they dump on Cecilia.

Even though we’ve known each other for six years, been together every day, stayed up talking on countless

nights until there was nothing left to hide.

Gavin still chose not to believe me. He stood with Cecilia.

I slammed the car door and tore away.

I didn’t go home. I drove straight to Kingswood Manor.

The rain soaked into the old brick path.

Reginald was inside reading by the fireplace, looking like a peaceful, kindly old man. Who’d ever guess that three years ago, this was the iron-fisted ruler of the West empire?

“Grandpa.”

“Sage, you’re here?”

“The marriage certificate for Gavin and me… you have it, don’t you?”

Reginald paused and didn’t bother denying it.

The irony was almost laughable. The day we got our marriage license, Gavin kissed me one hundred and one

times. I counted.

Then he looked me dead in the eye and said, “Sage Reed, I’ve looked into marriage laws everywhere. You know where I want to take you? The Philippines. They’re Catholic there. You know what that means?”

“Marriage isn’t just a piece of paper-it’s a sacred, unbreakable contract. No easy way out. No divorce. Even if we end up hating each other, even if we split our assets and live on opposite sides of the world, we’d still be bound together. Forever. Neither of us could ever remarry.”

Breaking that kind of bond is nearly impossible. We never actually went to the Philippines, of course. But

Gavin didn’t need to. The second our marriage certificate was in his hands, he hid it.

“Sage, you are my wife for all of this life. I will be your one and only, ever-faithful husband.”

That vow still rang in my ears. But the man who made it? He’d already given his heart to someone else.