My Groom Swapped Brides at the Altar So I Swapped Grooms in the Parking Lot Chapter 12

My Groom Swapped Brides at the Altar So I Swapped Grooms in the Parking Lot Chapter 12

Brandon caught the woman’s escape in his peripheral vision.

He lunged, grabbed Sloane’s other arm, and yanked her back.

Sloane stumbled, losing her balance.

Nathaniel wrapped an arm around her waist and caught her steady.

“Running? We didn’t do anything wrong. The guy harassing someone else’s wife is the one who should run.”

“And anyway, you already took me to your family brunch. I should probably meet them properly. Running

from an ex just looks bad, don’t you think?”

Sloane’s head was pounding.

All she knew was that Nathaniel had just punched one of Brandon’s guys.

Staying here would only make things worse.

Riley had both hands pressed to her cheeks, eyes sparkling like twin stars.

“Oh my God.”

“Did you see that? He caught you. Clean catch.”

Sloane’s face went scarlet.

Frustrated and furious.

Of all times for this woman to be watching the show?

She struggled to pull out of Nathaniel’s arms, but his grip around her waist did not budge.

“Don’t move,” Nathaniel said, looking down at her. “The more you run, the more he chases. Let him see

what he needs to see.”

“See what?”

Before Sloane could finish, Delia walked over.

“Guess it really is the wrong car, right groom.”

“Sloane, I never expected you and this boxing coach to be such a good match. I suppose I’m your

matchmaker after all.”

She emphasized the words boxing coach, implying that was all Sloane deserved.

Some muscle-bound nobody

Brandon’s face turned stone-cold.

“Sloane. Come here. Now”

Sloane looked at him and almost laughed.

Who did he think he was?/

He had married someone else.

Left her wedding gift on Delia’s nightstand.

And now he was standing here, in front of everyone, calling her over like she belonged to him?

“You think I’ll just come over because you say so?” Sloane steadied herself, but her fingers were still laced

tightly through Nathaniel’s. “Brandon. Are you still not getting it?”

Brandon’s eyes went red.

A dangerous, unraveling red.

“You…”

“He’s not getting it. Then let’s make sure he does.”

Nathaniel did not give him a chance to finish.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the marriage certificate.

Brandon’s eyes flicked to it.

His pupils contracted.

“Impossible!”