My CEO Husband Let Her Ruin Our Wedding Live Chapter 06

My CEO Husband Let Her Ruin Our Wedding Live Chapter 06

Stellan spent money wiping the trending topics and blocking keywords.

But he couldn’t stop people from talking.

I stood at the boarding gate, a mask covering half my face, listening as I passed by clusters of strangers.

“I swear there’s more to this story.”

“It’s messy as hell. I heard Lysette’s done this before. Same circle, same pattern. She pushes other girls

out.”

“They were together for fifteen years. She broke them up.”

“That guy’s trash too. Wants everything at once.”

I lowered my gaze and pulled my mask higher.

None of it hit anymore.

My phone buzzed.

Stellan.

[Mirelle, you’re not at the hospital? The nurse said you left.]

[Where are you? Did you go home? I brought you your favorite soup.]

[Pick up. Let’s talk.]

I didn’t answer.

I powered the phone off.

The plane rolled down the runway.

The city lights outside the window shrank into scattered dots, then vanished into the clouds.

I leaned back and pulled the blanket over myself.

Fifteen years.

A long dream.

It was time to wake up. Time to start over.

Ten hours later, the plane landed.

I turned my phone back on.

Notifications flooded in all at once.

Missed calls from Stellan, stacked one after another from last night through this morning, every few

minutes without fail.

His messages shifted from anger to panic.

Then to something close to begging.

In the end, it was just one line, repeated over and over.

[Mirelle, where are you?]

I cleared the screen and texted Gareth: [I’ve arrived.]

He replied instantly.

[Apartment’s ready. Driver’s on the way. Go get some rest.]

[You start Monday.]

[HR will reach out once everything’s finalized.]

I let out a small breath.

I’d worked under him for five years. He was tough and demanding, but when it actually mattered, he showed

In all this mess, that was probably the only thing that still worked in my favor.

Back at the company apartment, I showered and dropped onto the bed.

I stared at the ceiling.

And drifted.

Back to years ago.

Back when Stellan and I had nothing.

We scraped by in Greyford, taking whatever we could get. Cheap leftovers, side hustles, sleeping wherever we could manage.

It took us a year just to afford a basement studio.

I didn’t have much education.

My health wasn’t great either.

There were a lot of jobs I simply couldn’t do.

So he took it all on himself.

Running jobs during the day, picking up extra work at night, sleeping in scraps of time whenever he could.

I stayed home, making small crafts and selling them online to help cover bills.

Once a week, we’d go to a small family-run diner near our place, order a couple cheap plates, split a beer,

and call it a reward.

Then we’d stumble home a little buzzed, leaning into each other.

Life was hard, so those moments felt bigger than they were-sweeter, like something we might never have

again.

And somehow, we both believed that.

When Stellan finally made money, the first thing he did was buy me a house.

Then two new cars.

One for him.

One for me.

A few days later, he brought a girl home.

“This is Lysette,” he said. “Her father saved my life.”

At first, she stayed with us.

I set her up in the best room, cooked for her, and took her out around the city so she could get settled.

“Don’t be shy,” I told her. “You’re family.”

She smiled, but something about it felt off. I told myself she was just nervous.

I didn’t understand what I was seeing until later. That wasn’t shyness.

It was envy. It was calculation.

It was the way she looked at Stellan when she thought no one was watching.

And the night I caught her trying to climb into his bed-

That flash of hatred in her eyes.

That was when I finally understood.