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Right then, my phone buzzed with a delivery notification.
The express package I’d sent to Ethan was out for delivery.
Watching the delivery tracker get closer and closer to the banquet hall, I couldn’t help feeling more
and more excited.
But Riley suddenly realized that Ethan was only using her as a prop for his fake wedding and completely lost her shit.
She threw the most dramatic tantrum, crying and screaming that they had to finish the ceremony
for real.
She even had the balls to start calling herself Mrs. Blake.
Jackson and his crew immediately yanked Riley away from center stage.
Ethan dropped to one knee facing the camera, his voice cracking with desperation:
“Olivia, you’re watching this, aren’t you? I know EVERYTHING my other personality did now. I had no fucking clue he could be such a piece of shit, that he’d hurt you this deep. But my real personality
is innocent–I swear to God I never meant to hurt you like this!”
“When I got kidnapped going to get your wedding dress and almost got killed, all I could think was that I couldn’t die–I HAD to survive and come back to marry you!”
“It’s because I love you so goddamn much that when I was about to die, it triggered my secondary personality! The doctor said that personality was smarter and braver–that’s the only reason I made
it out alive!”
If I hadn’t heard the real truth with my own ears, I might’ve actually fallen for his manipulative
bullshit.
After all, when the doctor first told me about it, I’d been grateful that his secondary personality was wild and fearless enough to save him.
But I never imagined that this so–called intelligence and bravery would be weaponized against me!
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I grabbed Chloe, who was still furiously typing insults:
“Stop roasting him–I’m worried you might actually be turning him on!”
“If he has even a tiny bit of real feelings left for me, he’s about to get what’s coming to him.”
Chloe didn’t buy it.
Honestly, neither did I.
But a shattered heart needs some kind of closure.
The delivery guy finally showed up in the banquet hall, just a few feet from Ethan.
He called out over the chattering crowd:
“Anyone here named Ethan Blake? Got a package for you!”
Ethan, in the middle of his pathetic groveling, didn’t want to deal with some random delivery.
Jackson jogged over to sign for it, but the delivery guy shook his head:
“Nah, this is from Ms. Harper specifically to Ethan Blake–he’s gotta sign for it himself!”
The second Ethan heard it was from me, he practically jumped out of his skin, making sure the
cameraman captured every angle.
After scribbling his signature, his face was absolutely glowing with joy.
This ecstatic look, combined with how he’d cried happy tears when I’d said yes to his proposal years
ago–the images overlapped in my mind.
But I knew with crystal clarity that he wasn’t the same man whose entire world used to revolve
around me.
Our love had died a long time ago, suffocated by my own delusions.
Ethan was practically vibrating with excitement as he shouted at the camera:
“Olivia, I KNEW you wouldn’t just disappear on me! This has gotta be a wedding gift you prepared for us, right?”
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“Everyone blow up the chat with congratulations–I’m about to show you all the most amazing
surprise!”
Chloe and her friends‘ savage comments got instantly buried under waves of well–wishes from
clueless viewers.
Ethan looked smugly satisfied with the livestream numbers, hoisting the package above his head:
“Come on, make those congratulations LOUDER! I want the entire fucking internet to know that I’m head–over–heels in love with Olivia Harper!”
The livestream exploded as random strangers poured in to spam heart emojis and congratulations.
Ethan stared intensely into the camera, his voice raw with emotion:
“Olivia, you see this? My love for you could move mountains! Just tell me where the hell you are–I’ll come get you the second I open this!”
He tore into the package and first pulled out a glass specimen jar.
Inside the clear container, that shapeless mass of embryonic tissue looked absolutely horrifying.
The front–row guests started murmuring nervously, looking disturbed and confused.
An OB–GYN in the audience was the first to speak up:
“Wait… isn’t that fetal tissue from an early miscarriage?”
As her words sank in, Ethan pulled out a folded document.
He stared at the abortion records with wide, horrified eyes, his whole body starting to shake uncontrollably.
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