Chapter 7
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Chase caught up with me at the castle entrance.
His expression was darker than the night itself.
“Vivienne, what the hell is this supposed to mean?”
I looked at him calmly.
And coldly repeated the words that had been lodged in my heart like thorns:
“I do love Vivienne. She’s the only woman I want to marry. But expecting me to stay faithful just for her… I can’t do it.”
Chase froze for a moment, then fury flashed across his features.
“Who told you that?
“Sienna? Was it her?”
I let out a bitter laugh. “So you can’t handle being betrayed either? Then how could you so brazenly betray me?”
“Was it her or not?!”
“No. I heard it myself at the Meridian.”
Chase’s eyes turned cold and dangerous, his voice growing harder.
“You knew everything and kept quiet just so you could humiliate me like this today? Vivienne, you’ve really outdone yourself.”
I smiled faintly. “Chase, you’re way too full of yourself.
“Can you guess why I moved the vows to the very end?”
Chase frowned, his narrowed eyes sharp and piercing.
“Because I wanted to experience this entire wedding. I wanted to see tonight’s fireworks.
“I put my career on hold and spent a whole year planning this wedding.
“I revised the designs over and over, traveled everywhere to connect with floral artists and paper craft masters. I sourced materials coordinated with vendors, ensuring every detail would be executed flawlessly.
“I tried on hundreds of wedding dresses, countless pairs of shoes, dozens of makeup trials.
“Chase, no other man will ever be worth this kind of effort for a wedding again.
“This might be the only wedding of my lifetime.
“Experiencing this wedding that so many people poured their hearts into was far more important than humiliating you
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My Fianch Practiced Vaws in Rad with My Besne–So I Said “I Don’t” at the Ahtar
Chapter 7
“Didn’t you notice? Today’s wedding photographer never focused the camera on you.
“This wasn’t our wedding. It was mine, mine alone.”
Chase’s face darkened with anger, his lips pressed into a thin line.
His dark eyes bored into me.
“So you’re saying you want to end things?”
I took a deep breath.
“I think my ‘I don’t‘ was pretty clear.”
Chase fell silent for a moment, then said shakily, “Vivienne, think this through. Once you leave me, you’ll never find anyone with
better prospects than mine.”
I smiled.
“Why would I need to find anyone? I have my career, my savings, my intelligence, and my skills. I can live a rich, fulfilling life on
my own.
“You don’t need marriage to advance your career, and neither do I need marriage to fulfill anything in mine.”
Chase’s expression turned ice–cold, his jawline rigid.
The pale light fell across his shoulders like frost.
“Vivienne, don’t come crawling back with regrets.”
“Never.”
I turned around and walked proudly down the gravel path, my back straight.
But tears still traced down my chin, falling with each step.
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