I Let Him Marry Me So I Could Expose Him At The Wedding Chapter 07

I Let Him Marry Me So I Could Expose Him At The Wedding Chapter 07

Serena’s boyfriend finally arrived.

While the three of us were still going around in circles, arguing back and forth, a man who looked at least

two hundred and twenty pounds shoved open the doors of the wedding hall.

He did not waste a single word.

He charged straight onto the stage and lunged at Miles.

Miles was caught completely off guard.

Once the man tackled him to the floor, Miles never managed to get back up.

All he could do was take the beating in silence.

Bryce had come in from several states away, and he was truly ferocious.

Not only were his movements sharp and brutal, but his mouth never stopped either.

Between punches, he described every single thing I had sent him about their clandestine trysts.

He did not leave out a word.

Miles’s relatives screamed and cried as they tried to pull them apart.

My relatives took advantage of the chaos and formed a ‘human wall’ that conveniently blocked security,

ensuring Bryce landed a few extra hits.

Serena was too frightened to step forward.

But she was also afraid Miles might actually get beaten to death and that she would be held responsible.

She hesitated for a while, then finally took one slow step forward.

Unfortunately for her, I saw it.

Old grudges and new hatred crashed together.

I went for her.

In the end, both Miles and Serena ended up in the hospital.

The moment I heard Miles had woken up, I went to see him.

Do not misunderstand.

It was not because I could not let him go.

There were still benefits I had not secured yet, and until I had them in my hands, I could not even sleep

peacefully.

The Whitaker family had never liked me, so naturally, they did not give me a pleasant face.

They called me bad luck.

They said I was a curse who’d nearly cost them their golden boy.

The old me had truly cared about what Miles’s family thought of me.

No matter how hard I bent over backward to please them, his parents and his younger sister had never

seemed to like me.

Because of that, I had once cried and asked Miles why.

Back then, Miles only said his family was slow to warm up.

Later, I learned the truth.

It was because of the thirty percent profit share Miles gave me every year.

In their eyes, I had no right to take that money.

Miles had already paid back the startup capital.

They said he did not owe me anything anymore.

If I kept taking more, I was greedy.

Just as Miles’s mother and sister were about to manhandle me out of the hospital room, Miles woke up.

He had three broken ribs, a fractured hand, a broken leg, and what looked like serious internal injuries.

Even whispering made

Sbreak out across his forehead.

“Don’t go,” he said. “We need to talk.’