The Wedding Where The Bride Was Swapped While I Was Underwater Chapter 08

Adrian struck Vivian across the face, his eyes blazing red.

“We gave you everything. Whatever you wanted, we made sure you had it. Any time someone looked down on you, I defended you.

“Even when Nina was the one you accused, we chose your side.

“Why would you do this to her? How could you be so vicious?”

Ethan stared at Vivian with murderous hatred.

“So that helpless act was a lie from the start.

“No wonder Nina never trusted you.

“She saw exactly what you were. And like a fool, I defended you at every turn and let you into our

home, into our lives!”

Vivian clutched her throbbing cheek, then burst out laughing.

“Exactly. You were the ones who treated me so well.

“Adrian taught me to fake a heart attack so he could punish her. Ethan gave me the things she loved

most.

“You made me believe I mattered more than she did. You made me believe that if she died, I would become Mrs. Prescott and inherit every ounce of affection you once gave her.

“Don’t pretend you’re decent men now. Why did you treat her that way in the first place?

“You knew she was terrified of drowning, yet you forced her into the ocean. Where was all this

devotion then?”

Adrian went deathly pale.

Ethan lunged and wrapped both hands around Vivian’s throat, every tendon in his neck standing

out.

“Shut up! I’ll kill you!

“You evil, lying bitch!”

Vivian kept laughing even as she struggled for air.

Adrian dragged Ethan away, his voice raw.

“Killing her now would be too merciful.

“Lock her somewhere no one will find her. Keep her alive, but only barely. No one releases Wer without my permission.”

Ethan bent to lift my body, but his strength failed him again and again.

His palms were slick with sweat, and he could barely stay on his feet.

Adrian stepped forward and reached for me.

“I’ll take Nina home.”

Ethan turned sharply away.

“Don’t touch my sister.”

Adrian blocked him with stubborn desperation.

“I’m her husband. I’m taking her home.”

Ethan stared into his face.

“You think you still deserve that title?”

Adrian froze.

“I’m coming with you.

Ethan studied him for a long moment, then gave a broken smile.

“Fine. You should come. 

“You deserve whatever waits for you there.”

I floated above them as Ethan carried my body to the car.

The gates of the Bennett estate stood open.

Grandpa waited at the top of the steps with his cane, expecting his granddaughter to come home after the wedding.

When he saw Ethan carrying me, he went still.

“What happened to Nina? This is supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Why is she soaking

Wet?

Ethan dropped to his knees, sobbing too hard to speak.

The face that had once looked up at him with such playful affection was utterly lifeless now

Grandpa’s cane hit the ground.

Then he collapsed.

A private memorial was arranged at the estate within hours.

Adrian sat on the floor beside my casket, holding the wedding ring between trembling fingers.

He had not moved since they brought my body home, as though he could no longer feel the ache in

his body.

Ethan sat on the other side.

“Nina, I was wrong.

“I never should have taken Vivian’s side over yours. I’ll never demand that you be the bigger person

again.

“Get up and hit me. You used to run straight to Grandpa whenever I upset you. Wake up and tell him

to beat me until I can’t stand.”

Adrian pressed the ring to his palm.

“Nina, I found your ring.

“We’ll have the wedding again. No guests this time. Just the two of us.”

I looked coldly at the two men I had once trusted more than anyone.

Now, even their sobs were hushed, as though they were afraid of disturbing my rest.

While I was alive, they had tried to break my pride for the sake of an outsider and driven me to my

death beneath the waves.

Their eyes were swollen and red, but I felt nothing.

It was too late.

They could regret forever. They could beg until their voices failed.

But I would never return.

What they had destroyed with their own hands was gone forever.

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