Chapter 4
I returned to the bridal suite.
The only lights still on in the villa were in the guest rooms.
Conrad pressed his hands to his chest, the corner of our marriage certificate peeking out.
He fixed his gaze on the doorway.
The moment he saw me enter, his eyes lit up.
My gloom lifted, and I walked toward him.
“You’re still awake? It’s so late.”
He grinned.
“I was waiting for you!” he said brightly.
My heart softened, and I brushed his cheek.
“Sometimes I have things to do. Go to bed on your own when it’s time. Don’t force yourself to stay up.”
Conrad obediently went to wash up.
I stepped onto the balcony and saw messages from Charlie.
[You just had to find a lunatic to annoy me with, huh? You’re always causing trouble!
[Listen, reflect on yourself immediately, and apologize properly—maybe I’ll still want you.]
The corner of my mouth twitched.
Before, if his tone hardened even slightly, I would have scrambled to appease him.
Now, it just struck me as ridiculous.
Too lazy to reply, I blocked him.
The next day, after breakfast, I took Conrad to the mall.
Since we were newlyweds, it was time to get everything we needed.
Conrad was excited.
At the checkout, he unexpectedly pulled out his children’s card terminal to pay for his shoes.
I couldn’t help laughing and decided to buy him a new phone.
To my surprise, the first thing he did with his phone was carefully enter my number.
Then, for the name, he typed: “Wife.”
He held the phone in front of his face, letting only his eyes peek over the top at me.
I grasped his hand and said softly, “Perfect.”
In the car park, we ran into Charlie and Crystal.
Charlie’s gaze dripped with mockery as he shot a look at our linked hands.
“Did the wedding ceremony melt your brain cells? Bringing an idiot out with you—if he destroys everything, will the Lights pay for it?”
Crystal’s eyes flicked, and she chimed in, “You have to know when to quit. You really want to go head-to-head with Mr. Boyd?”
“You’re in our way. My husband and I are going to collect our wedding photos.”
Charlie's face darkened instantly.
“This has got to end!” he said sharply.
“You swore you’d love me for life and never betray me—was that all a lie?
“How long do you plan to keep playing house?
“Do you remember you promised to marry me and become Mrs. Boyd?”
I let out a mocking laugh and rolled my eyes.
“Didn’t I make myself clear? We’re done.”
Charlie froze in place.
Hand in hand, Conrad and I walked around him and got into the car.
Five days later, Conrad and I held our wedding ceremony at a mountain resort on the outskirts of the city.
Charlie arrived with Crystal and a crowd of his drinking buddies.
Several people that Crystal led lifted their phones and livestreamed me.
Our wedding was low‑key, with few guests, which allowed that group to occupy half the lawn.
Someone shouted at me, “You gave up Charlie and married an idiot because of a small joke—have you considered how deeply you’ve hurt him?”
Charlie put on a sorrowful expression and sighed.
“Every mistake was mine, but don’t ruin yourself just to punish me. This hurts me more than if you had simply left me.”
I had expected him to cause trouble, but I hadn’t expected this kind of trouble.
After his performance, he became the devoted lover, and I became the heartless woman.
The absurdity of it left me speechless.
A flicker of triumph flashed in Charlie's eyes.
He approached me, speaking in the tone one used to indulge a pet, “You don’t have to make such a scene just to force me to surrender…
“You know I love you and will always yield to you. Here— just apologize, and I’ll let bygones be bygones.”
He lowered his head to look down at me, his face full of smug confidence, waiting for me to beg for his forgiveness.
I took a deep breath, ready to curse at him when a calm, resonant voice spoke from behind me.
“Kendall is my legally wedded wife—we’re officially married.”
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