Live Wedding: I Married My Fiancé’s Rival on the Spot Chapter 11

Live Wedding: I Married My Fiancé’s Rival on the Spot Chapter 11

Three days later, Mason carried a massive bouquet of white roses. Smashed open the door to

Adrian’s apartment.

The doorbell rang forever. No answer.

He called my number. Listened to the cold mechanical voice.

“The number you have dialed is not in service.”

He blanked for two seconds. Tried my mother’s number. No answer either.

That was when Mason truly started panicking. He rushed to the hospital. Found out I’d already

transferred hospitals.

The nurse looked at his soulless appearance. Said coldly, “The patient’s family requested no

disturbances.”

In that instant, he finally realized-this time, I really didn’t want him anymore.

The next three days, he searched half of Chicago.

My favorite café. Regular bookstore. Restaurants we used to eat at. Even the lakeside where we

walked in college.

No one knew where I was. Or rather, no one was willing to tell him.

Until the third morning. He finally saw me at the lakeside park,

Wind was light that day. Lake surface floated with shattered golden morning light.

I sat on the bench. Holding a cup of hot coffee. Wearing a loose light-colored sweater. Hair down.

Quiet like nothing had ever happened.

Mason practically sprinted over. “Selena!”

His eyes were terrifyingly red. Like he hadn’t slept for days. Expensive suit wrinkled beyond recognition. Jaw sprouting blue stubble.

Nowhere near the dignity of a Morgan heir.

“I finally found you…”

“Come home with me, okay? I won’t care about Iris anymore.”

“The one I loved was always you. Let’s dissolve the marriage. Get remarried.”

“You always wanted a wedding truly yours, right? I’ll redo it. I’ll make it up to you…”

By the end, his voice was already shaking.

“After the baby’s born, I’ll be a good dad.”

I looked at him quietly. Suddenly found him.

Too late.

I pulled a paper from my bag. Gently placed it in his hand.

Mason looked down. A surgical form.

Surgery date. The day after the livestream wedding.

His pupils contracted violently. Like he’d been stabbed hard.

“No… impossible… are you crazy?”

His voice shattered completely.

“That was our child… Selena, how could you be so ruthless?”

I looked at him.

Suddenly remembered the wedding day. Sitting alone in the room. Hearing everyone outside cheering, “The groom’s here!”

While my fiancé was holding another woman’s hand, swearing vows.

Back then, did he think about whether I was ruthless?

Did he think about the baby in my belly?

Did he think about my mother lying in a hospital bed, watching the livestream, waiting for her daughter to sign the contract?

I spoke softly, “Mason. In this world, no one is more ruthless than you.”

His face went white. He opened his mouth, wanted to say something. But I didn’t want to hear

anymore.

I turned and left.

Not far away, Adrian leaned against the car waiting for me.

Black windbreaker lifted slightly by morning breeze.

Head down, smoking. Saw me coming. Naturally stubbed out the cigarette. Reached out his hand.

No questions. No comfort.

Just standing there waiting.

All these years, everyone told me how much Mason loved me.

Only Adrian kept telling me.

“Selena. Don’t go forward.”

I used to find him annoying.

Now I knew. The one who truly loves you doesn’t necessarily say the sweetest words.

But when you’re about to fall into the abyss, he’ll desperately try to pull you back.

Even if you hate him for it.

I walked to him. Put my hand in his palm.

Turned out letting someone go wasn’t as painful as I imagined.

The real pain was knowing it was wrong, but still being unable to turn back.

And now, I finally didn’t have to turn back anymore.

Adrian pulled the car door open for me.

Morning light fell on his shoulders. Distant lake rippled with broken waves.

The moment before the door closed, I looked back once.

Mason still stood there. Hand gripping that surgical form, already wind-wrinkled.

And this time, I didn’t soften.