Wyatt’s face was drained of all colors. He staggered back a step, stunned.
His eyes locked onto our tightly clasped hands.
“Aubrey, you…”
But before he could finish, his phone began vibrating uncontrollably.
Olivia’s panicked voice came through the speaker, tearful and shrill.
“Wyatt! Come downstairs! Something terrible has happened!”
Wyatt gave me one last long look–shock, rage, and unwillingness all tangled in his eyes- before turning and rushing down the stairs.
The moment he flung open the banquet hall’s lower doors, he froze like he’d been struck by lightning.
The video of him and Olivia tangled in bed played on a loop across the giant screen. It was so clear that even the mole on his collarbone was unmistakable.
“This… this can’t be happening!” Wyatt trembled all over, his face ashen. “How is there a video?! I was just drunk that night–how could this have happened?”
Olivia threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face like delicate raindrops on a pear blossom.
“Wyatt, you were drunk… I tried to push you away, but I couldn’t stop you…”
She tilted her head, deliberately revealing the red marks on her neck. “It was my first
time…”
Before she could finish, a swarm of reporters burst through the doors.
Flashbulbs exploded in every direction, capturing the perfect scandal.
Seizing the moment, Olivia clung to Wyatt’s chest, her voice pitched just loud enough for the reporters to hear. “Wyatt, you have to take responsibility for me.”
Wyatt’s knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed.
With a sudden push, he shoved Olivia aside and sprinted toward the stage, frantically shutting off the video feed.
Then, like a man possessed, he tore back upstairs toward the wedding ceremony.
But it was too late.
Upstairs, the ceremony had long ended.
Aidan and I were already making our rounds, toasting the guests.
Wyatt tried to charge inside, but the security guards stopped him.
“Sir, please don’t interrupt the newlyweds.”
His phone buzzed relentlessly. On the screen, one headline after another popped out. [Milton Group Department Manager Assaults His Cousin While Drunk – Scandal Erupts]
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“Aubrey!” He shouted my name through the crowd, his voice cracked with desperation. “Please–let me explain!”
My father stepped in before I could answer. He raised his hand and slapped Wyatt hard. across the face.
“Wyatt, I was so wrong about you!” Disappointment weighed heavily in his voice. “Starting tomorrow, you’re being transferred to the administrative department. As for this mess…”
He shot a disgusted glance at the sniffling Olivia. “You two can register your marriage first thing tomorrow.”
Wyatt looked utterly broken. Olivia, however, clung tightly to his arm.
“Wyatt, everyone knows now… You can’t abandon me!”
Just then, Aidan wrapped his arm around my waist and inched closer, whispering in my ear, “Wife, are you tired? Want me to rub your shoulders?”
I smiled and leaned gently against him, watching Wyatt standing there in absolute ruin.
That night, after the wedding, I sat at the vanity removing my makeup.
In the mirror, I saw Aidan standing at the bedroom door, nervously fidgeting with his suit
sleeves.
“Aidan,” I turned to face him, “You’ve been distracted ever since the ceremony ended. What’s going on?”
He drew in a deep breath, as though mustering all his courage. “Miss Milton… I know you’ve always had feelings for Wyatt. You only married me to make him jealous, didn’t you?”
I raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
He pressed on, “Even though I really enjoyed our time together. If this was just a misunderstanding between you and him, it’s better to clear the air.”
He turned around and started packing his bag. “I’ll go back to the countryside tomorrow. It’s not like we got a marriage license anyway.”
“Hahaha.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
I walked over, gently placing a finger against his lips.
“Aidan,” I looked straight into his stunned eyes, “I married you because I wanted to.”
His pupils dilated, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “But… those rumors about me…”
“I looked into everything,” I said calmly, guiding him to sit beside me on the bed. “The mining project in the northwest–you negotiated that in three months. The southern port dispute? You settled it, too.
And those so–called ‘scandals‘…”
I let out a quiet chuckle. “Just you entertaining clients, right?”
Bit by bit, the light returned to his eyes–like stars blinking awake in the night sky.
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Gripping my hand tightly, he said, “Speaking of the northwest, I actually have a new idea! That abandoned industrial zone? It could be redeveloped into-”
As he talked about his latest business plan, his eyes gleamed with excitement, and my heart quietly melted.
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