My Power Showed Me His Cheating An Hour Earlier Chapter 04

My Power Showed Me His Cheating An Hour Earlier Chapter 04

On the day of the wedding, I went to the hotel as planned.

The makeup artist smiled as she worked on my face.

“You look absolutely beautiful today, Ms. Sutton.”

I looked at myself in the mirror.

I really did look like a bride brimming with excitement to marry the love of her life.

But only I knew the truth.

Today’s wedding wasn’t about marrying Garrett.

It was about giving him and Celine a gift they’d never forget.

The makeup artist reached for the veil, then hesitated.

“Ms. Sutton, this veil…”

I looked up.

One edge of the veil was crumpled. And there was a faint lipstick stain on it.

My fingers clenched hard.

This veil was the one my mother had sewn for me by hand in the final days of her life.

By then she was so thin she barely looked like herself. She couldn’t hold the needle steady. Her hands trembled constantly.

But she still propped herself up against the hospital bed and worked on it for an entire month,stitching tiny pearls and white silk roses into the edge, one by one.

She said, “I probably won’t be there to see you walk down the aisle.”

“So let this veil walk you down instead.”

“When you put it on, just pretend Mama’s holding your hand.”

After she passed, I kept the veil in a box. I could barely bring myself to touch it.

I’d brought it to the hotel ahead of time and specifically told the staff, more than once, to store it separately.

But now it was wrinkled.

And stained with another woman’s lipstick.

The makeup artist looked uncomfortable.

“Would you like me to try to clean it up?”

I stared at that slash of red.

And suddenly it hurt to breathe.

After a long time, I shook my head.

“No.”

“Just leave it for now.”

Garrett pushed the door open.

He was wearing a black suit, sharp-featured and handsome, his expression soft.

If I hadn’t already seen the truth, this would have been the moment my heart skipped a beat.

Garrett stood behind me and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

“Mia.”

“You look beautiful today.”

He reached out to straighten my veil.

His eyes lingered on my face with something like devotion as he leaned in to kiss me. The instant our breaths crossed, my vision went black.

In the vision, it was a lounge.

Celine was draped in my veil, the corners of her eyes flushed red, her lipstick smeared beyond saving.

“Garrett, have you lost your mind?”

“You’re marrying Mia in an hour.”

Garrett looked down at her, his voice pressed low.

“That’s exactly why this is the last time.”

Tears spilled down Celine’s cheeks.

“You say’last time’ every time.”

“But every time you see me, you can’t help yourself.”

Garrett didn’t deny it.

He just reached up and wiped her tears away.

She hooked her arms around his neck.

When they fell onto the couch together, the veil slipped off and drifted down.

It settled beneath them, light as air.

I stood frozen in place.

In that instant, something inside my head collapsed with a deafening roar.

They knew. They both knew.

That veil was sewn by my dying mother, stitch by stitch.

The day she died, Garrett and Celine were both at her bedside.

She was nothing but skin and bone by then, but she still grabbed Garrett’s hand and begged him, over and over.

“I won’t be there to see Mia get married. You have to take care of her for me.”

Garrett’s eyes were red as he nodded.

“I promise. I’ll never let Mia be hurt.”

Celine had been crying too, squeezing my hand.

“Don’t worry. I’ll always be by Mia’s side.”

“On her wedding day, I’ll walk her down the aisle for you.”

But now.

One of them was my groom.

The other was my best friend.

And before the ceremony even started, they’d taken the veil my mother left me, pressed it beneath their bodies, and done something that made my skin crawl.

The vision cut off.

In reality, Garrett was still adjusting my veil.

Outside the door, the emcee knocked.

“Mr. Holloway, Ms. Sutton, the ceremony is about to begin.”

Garrett held out his hand to me.

“Let’s go.”

I looked at the hand he offered.

Long fingers. Clean.

Once, when I had a fever, that hand spent the entire night replacing the cold cloth on my forehead.

But now, that same hand had touched Celine’s body.

It had taken everything I’d ever given with a full heart and ground it into a joke.

I placed my hand in his.

Garrett led me out.

The ballroom doors swung open.

Onstage, the emcee smiled and said, “Before we begin the formal ceremony, the bride has arranged a special addition: a personal reading of her vows.”

“Let’s all listen to what she’d like to say to the groom.”

Garrett turned to me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

“When did you add this?”

I smiled.

“Last night.”

I pulled the sheet of paper from my clutch.

In the front row, Celine sat with red-rimmed eyes, gazing up at me.

She probably assumed today’s wedding would go exactly the way she and Garrett had planned.

But they didn’t know.

The vows I’d prepared weren’t just about love.

They contained everything needed to destroy them both.

Under the watchful eyes of every relative and friend Garrett had ever known, I opened my mouth.

“I want to thank Garrett, and my best friend, Celine Marsh.”