My Husband Saved My Cousin Instead of Me Chapter 02

My Husband Saved My Cousin Instead of Me Chapter 02

Once we were inside the Rolls-Royce, Gavin’s face darkened. “Sage Reed, don’t you even think about divorcing me.”

I acted like I hadn’t heard a word. I let out a long, tired yawn, too drained to argue.

The West Group has a vicious legal team. People in Kingswood call them invincible.

I was just blind. It took me until last month to finally stumble on the truth. It wasn’t until last month that I finally saw Cecilia’s social media post.

[Thank you, Mr. G, for flying all this way just to handle a silly defamation case for little old me.]

That’s when I spotted the custom Le Petit Prince watch on the man’s wrist.

And it hit me. Over the past year, half of Gavin’s so-called business trips to Europe were really excuses to swing by and watch Cecilia perform.

He secured the best stages for her, cleaned up her petty messes, and even road-tripped across a dozen countries with her and my parents.

They took in the Swiss Alps and soaked up the fierce sun of the South of France. She called him Mr. G. She also called him hubby. And my parents beamed and called him their son-in-law.

My heart was ripped wide open. With trembling hands, I called Gavin. He didn’t pick up.

Cecilia’s voice came through instead. “Sage, I told you. If you’ve got something nice, you’d better hide it where nobody can find it. Otherwise, I will take it.”

Her follow-through was flawless. I’d learned that lesson the hard way. The first time Cecilia ever laid eyes on Gavin was right after we got married.

My parents brought her back to handle some paperwork and have dinner with the new in-law. Gavin wasn’t happy about it.

Back when we were dating, I’d told him how my parents practically treated Cecilia like she walked on water.

When I was little, the gorgeous dance tutus always went to her—never to me. When I got older, they dumped me so they could send her abroad for training.

Even when I was about to get married, they said, “Cecilia has a critical competition. You’ve always been independent, never caused us a minute of trouble. You’ve got sky-high standards anyway. You don’t need us flying back just to check him out.”

Gavin couldn’t wrap his head around it. “My parents’ marriage was a total disaster, but they never made me feel invisible. Sage, one day they’re gonna regret treating you like this.”

Cecilia had been stealing my things since we were kids. And Gavin? He was the one good thing I’d ever had. I was terrified she’d set her sights on him. Deep down, I prayed they’d stay gone forever.

Don’t call me paranoid. You don’t start seeing red flags out of nowhere—someone put them there. The boy I grew up with? She crooked one finger, and he was gone.

So while Gavin and I were together, I buried it deep. I never told my family a thing. I never let him see a single photo of my cousin. I was terrified of losing the one good thing I’d ever had.

Fate loves to mock the insecure. The more I told myself I could never measure up to Cecilia, the worse things got.

That day, the sun was brilliant. Cecilia walked into the private dining room in a red French wrap dress. Her eyes shimmered, her smile was soft and radiant—elegant but with something dangerous underneath.

In that single glance, something shifted. I saw it on his face—that look of meeting someone you wish you’d known your whole life.

His attention wandered. Before he even realized what he was doing, he picked up his fork and dropped a piece of eggplant onto my plate. The one thing I absolutely hated.