While He Waited in Aspen, I Married His Rival Chapter 10

While He Waited in Aspen, I Married His Rival Chapter 10

The last time we came to my grandfather’s grave was six months ago.

I had just accepted Liam’s proposal. He held my hand and knelt in the thin Montana mist, solemnly promising my ancestors, “I will respect every inch of Blackstone Valley. In half a year, I will return to this very spot and let you witness Ava become my bride.”

But just two months after he said those words, the resort project began.

He gradually forgot the promise he had made to my grandfather. He forgot the vow to come “home” to the ranch to marry me.

He also forgot how, as my grandfather lay dying, his trembling hands placing the branding iron that represented a century of family legacy into my palms, Liam had wept and sworn, “I promise, Ava will marry me with the full honor of the Monroe family name.”

In the end, the family brand became a pendant on Chloe’s necklace.

And he became the man who never came home.