While He Waited in Aspen, I Married His Rival Chapter 13

While He Waited in Aspen, I Married His Rival Chapter 13

In that instant, my ten years of love for Liam scattered like clouds across the Montana prairie, vanishing without a trace.

To forget the past completely and fall in love with another man at once might have been too much to ask.

But I was certain of one thing: the choice I was making was my only path to happiness.

“I do.”

The moment the words left my lips, my groom’s eyes reddened.

And in Aspen, Colorado, Liam’s expression was terrifying.

The pressure radiating from him was so intense that no one in the sprawling hotel suite dared approach him.

Chloe twisted her fingers, her eyes fixed on him. After he made more than a dozen unanswered calls, she finally bit her lip and stepped forward. “Liam, don’t worry,” she said softly. “Ava’s probably just angry. She’s not that irrational.”

“Let’s just wait. The wedding doesn’t officially start for another hour.”

In the past, Liam would have dropped everything to respond to her.

But this time, he just stared at his phone, his fingers frantically scrolling through his contacts, calling every mutual friend he could think of, as if he hadn’t heard her at all.