Hugh kept his face serious, but I couldn’t help it–I burst out laughing.
Danny froze, completely stunned. Three minutes of dead silence followed. Then his eyes turned red, and giant tears started rolling down his cheeks.
It was weird, watching Danny cry. I just… stared, caught off guard.
Hugh didn’t share my curiosity. Annoyed, he pulled me into the car and shut the door firmly. “Don’t look. You’re my bride. You’re not allowed to feel sorry for anyone else.
“I didn’t follow Danny’s friends on social media. I made sure no one around me told them I was the one marrying you. I did it on purpose.”
I didn’t reply, but I leaned over and kissed his cheek instead
We both froze for a second, and then… that unspoken understanding between us just clicked again.
That night, I couldn’t sleep at all.
But by morning? I felt wide awake, practically buzzing.
The wedding Hugh had planned was beyond anything I’d imagined–grand, elegant, and packed with powerful people from everywhere.
Half an hour before the ceremony, though, Danny found me.
Danny looked even worse than last night–swollen, bloodshot eyes, his voice barely more than a rasp.
“Paige, are you really sure about this?” he croaked. “Marriage isn’t a game. I don’t want you marrying Hugh just to spite me. It’s not too late–the wedding hasn’t started yet. Can’t you just… give me another chance?”
And then, he dropped to his knees, begging, voice low and pathetic.
It was almost poetic. The same position he’d forced me into when he proposed to Mia, demanding I apologize.
“Only with the right person can you find happiness,” he muttered. “We’ve been childhood sweethearts for over twenty years. Can you really throw all that away?”
I didn’t respond right away. I just stared at him, unwilling to waste even a flicker of emotion.
So, he remembered we were childhood sweethearts. Funny how that didn’t stop him from choosing a stranger over me. Twenty years meant less to him than some random girl’s wish list.
It was laughable.
