I Saw My Tragic Future Through A Random Wedding Forum Poll Chapter 05

I Saw My Tragic Future Through A Random Wedding Forum Poll Chapter 05

On the wedding day, Bastian walked into the Bellcourt Grand with Maribel on his arm.

The digital welcome display in the lobby lit up with two listings.

GRAND BALLROOM

Groom: Bastian Crowe

Bride: Maribel Hartwell

TERRACE BALLROOM

Groom: Cillian Rowe

Bride: Carys Hartwell

Bastian stopped dead.

He stared at the second listing.

“Is that name wrong?”

The events manager shook his head. “No, sir. We confirmed it several times.”

Outside, a wedding car pulled up.

Cillian stepped out in his tuxedo and walked toward the entrance.

His gaze landed on Bastian’s pale face.

“Move.”

His voice was cold.

“You’re blocking me from getting to my bride.”

Bastian watched him walk past and stood there stunned for several seconds.

Then he laughed.

“How long is Carys planning to keep this up? She has a broken leg. She’s supposed to be in the

hospital, not getting married.”

His tone turned certain.

“And who would she even marry besides me?”

The events manager checked the reservation.

“I’m sorry, sir, but there’s no mistake. The Terrace Ballroom was booked three days ago under

Cillian Rowe and Carys Hartwell.”

Maribel tugged lightly at Bastian’s sleeve, her eyes turning red.

“Do you think Carys is still angry with me? She just got hurt, and she’s probably emotional. Maybe

that’s why she’s doing this.”

She lowered her voice.

“Don’t be mad at her.”

Bastian squeezed her hand.

“Go inside. I’ll deal with it.”

Just then, a burst of surprised voices came from the entrance.

Cillian had gone back to the car.

He opened the door, placed a bouquet of white roses in my lap, then took hold of my wheelchair and pushed me toward the Terrace Ballroom.

The smirk slowly disappeared from Bastian’s face.

He rushed over and stepped directly into my path.

“Carys, what the hell are you doing?”

“Getting married.”

“Come with me.”

His jaw tightened.

“I’ll pretend none of this happened.”

I looked at his tuxedo.

Then at Maribel beside him.

She was wearing my wedding dress and holding the bouquet that had originally been mine.

Your wife is standing right there.”

I looked back at him.

“So why do you think you get a say in who I marry?” Bastian went rigid.

Maribel’s eyes immediately filled with tears.

“Carys, the courthouse marriage was only supposed to comfort me.”

“Bastian has always loved you.”

Her voice trembled.

“Don’t throw away your marriage just to get back at us.”

I laughed.

“You’re wearing my wedding dress, holding my bouquet, and you legally married my fiancé.”

I looked her straight in the eye.

“And now you’re giving me marriage advice?”

Maribel bit her lip as tears slipped down her face.

“I’ll give Bastian back to you.”

“Just please don’t be angry anymore.”

Bastian cut in quickly.

“Carys, I can divorce Maribel right away.

He stared at me.

“Isn’t marrying me what you’ve always wanted?”

Even now, he still thought being willing to marry me was some kind of gift.

I shook my head.

“Bastian, I don’t want you anymore.”

His hand closed around the wheelchair handle.

For the first time, panic flashed in his eyes.

“You love me.”

His voice tightened.

“How could you marry someone else?”

I met his gaze calmly.

“Then watch me.”

All the color drained from his face.

He moved to stop me, but Maribel suddenly pressed a hand to her chest and swayed.

“Bastian… I don’t feel good.”

He turned instinctively and caught her.

Cillian still didn’t move my wheelchair.

Instead, he crouched in front of me until we were eye level.

“Carys. Whether this wedding happens is your choice.”

Every eye in the lobby turned toward me.

I nodded.

“Keep going.”

Cillian stood and pushed me into the Terrace Ballroom.

When it was time to exchange rings, he dropped to one knee in front of my wheelchair and gently

took my hand.

The officiant looked at me.

“Carys Hartwell, do you take Cillian Rowe to be your husband?”

Outside the ballroom, Bastian stood with red-rimmed eyes. He tried to force his way in, but security stopped him at the door.

didn’t hesitate.

“I do.”

Cillian slid the ring onto my finger.

And with it, the love Bastian had always been so certain I would never take away from him finally

ended.