My Husband Wants Me To Serve His Mistress Chapter 9

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I sat in the waiting hall, my eyes fixed on the large screen ahead, where Blake stood beside Kendall. She wore a dazzling white wedding dress, the picture of a bride, walking down the aisle with a smile that seemed to light up the 

entire room. 

But Blake… he didn’t share in the moment’s joy. His brow was furrowed, his face dark, and his attention was completely absorbed by the phone he gripped tightly in his hand. 

As if on cue, my phone rang, the screen lighting up with his name. 

I took a breath, glancing at the screen before answering, 

“Laura!” His voice cracked with anger, sharp and demanding, “What do you want from me?!” 

“Mr. Wilson,” I responded, my tone calm and measured. “Does it seem fitting to call me in the middle of your 

wedding?” 

At that moment, I noticed a few people in the airport started to murmur, glancing at the screen where Blake 

stood. 

He took a deep breath, his voice low and frustrated. “Do you really want me to marry someone else?” 

I didn’t hesitate. “Who you marry has nothing to do with me. I’m boarding my flight now.” 

“Getting on a flight? Where are you going? Laura- 

Without a word, I hit the hang–up button, silencing his voice, leaving only the echo of my own thoughts in the 

silence. 

I looked up, and the once–perfect wedding broadcast had descended into complete chaos. 

Blake stormed forward, knocking the bouquet from Kendall’s hands and kicking a camera out of his path. 

“Stop filming! Everyone get out!” he barked. 

In the chaos, Kendall was shoved to the ground, her fall awkward and graceless. She looked up, her eyes red, filled with disbelief, as she stared at Blake. 

“Blake, what are you doing? This is our wedding day!” 

My Husband Wants Me To Serve His Mistress 

“What wedding?” Blake’s voice was harsh, laced with bitterness. “I’m not marrying you.” His eyes flared with hostility. “I never loved you, and I never wanted to marry you.” 

Kendall’s face twisted with shock, her voice trembling. “What did you say?” 

“You don’t love me? You don’t want to marry me? How can that be?” 

“You promised, Blake,” she cried, her words coming faster now. “You said you would wait for me to grow up, that you would marry me. How can you say you don’t love me?” 

Tears streamed down her face as she reached for him, desperate. “Is there something I did wrong? I’ll change, just don’t leave me…” 

But Blake’s gaze hardened. He pushed her away without a second thought. 

“Get away from me.” 

He stormed off, and in the final moments of the broadcast, Kendall ripped her veil apart, her sobs echoing in the room as the camera caught her breaking down. 

The stream ended in silence. 

At the sound of the boarding announcement, I walked forward, my pace steady and determined, not sparing a glance behind. 

My phone continued to ring relentlessly. Unfamiliar numbers flashed on the screen and an endless stream of messages flooded in. 

I knew exactly who they were from. Blake. 

His calls ranged from questioning to threatening, and in the end, they morphed into desperate pleas, hoping I wouldn’t walk away for good. 

But I didn’t give in. 

Before I boarded, I removed my SIM card and tossed it into the trash, just as I had discarded the past five years of my life. 

The memories of being trapped, bound by a love that never truly existed, were gone in an instant. 

One week after arriving in the UK, my designs were finally granted exhibition approval. Yet, the night before the opening, I received a shocking message: The exhibition hall refused to showcase works from a designer with a tarnished reputation. 

As I pondered how I had suddenly become a disgraced designer, Riker appeared, bringing me news that would 

soon shake the calm I had tried to build. 

Something had happened back home. 

Kendall had stepped into the spotlight, presenting herself as the victim in a tragic tale of betrayal. She accused 

Blake of deceiving her, promising her a title, only to call off their wedding in front of the world. 

The live broadcast showed Kendall crying uncontrollably, her tears staining the makeup she had so carefully applied. And then, her words cut through the air like a knife. 

“I don’t know what you said to Blake, but he clearly loved me before. He even designed a wedding dress just for me… planned this magnificent wedding… all for me…”