Chapter 6
Ethan pulled strings to check property records under my name through the housing authority,but
discovered I owned absolutely no real estate.
Even our former wedding apartment was no longer registered to me.
Finally realizing something was seriously wrong, Ethan frantically rushed to leave the hotel.
Riley suddenly appeared at the main entrance in a pristine white wedding gown, blocking his exit:
“Babe, Olivia’s obviously pissed about the whole blood donation thing. What kind of vindictive bitch doesn’t deserve you anyway?”
“The ceremony’s about to start and everyone’s waiting. Just marry me instead–I’ll keep you satisfied every single night!”
Her fingers traced seductive circles on his lower abdomen.
Usually, this would have him rock–hard and ready to take her right there.
But today, he roughly shoved her hand away:
“Cut the shit, Riley. I told you–we’re done. If you screw up my marriage to Olivia, I’ll personally deliver you to your daddy’s doorstep.”
Riley’s eyes welled up with tears:
“Don’t you feel anything for me? All those times you said you’d die happy between my legs–was that
bullshit?”
Ethan had zero patience for her waterworks. Desperate to get home, he shoved Riley hard to the
ground:
“My wife is going to be Olivia. Period.”
“I’m getting her now. Do us both a favor and disappear from my fucking life.”
The ruthless Ethan kicked away Riley as she tried to grab his leg, then bolted for his car.
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His Fake Wedding Went Viral–But Su Did My Revenge
Chapter 6
He blew through dozens of red lights racing back to the apartment complex, his hands shaking on
the steering wheel.
The security footage was crystal clear–showing the cleaning lady dumping bag after bag of trash.
Everything I had cherished for years, tossed out like garbage.
Ethan felt like he’d been gutted with a rusty knife.
Clutching his chest, face ghost–white, he speed–dialed my number.
Straight to voicemail.
Opening WhatsApp, he realized he hadn’t texted me in exactly seventeen days.
For seventeen days, he’d been living his best life–fucking around and having a blast–completely forgetting I existed.
If his phone hadn’t reminded him last night, he wouldn’t have even remembered his own wedding
day.
Despite being pussy–whipped by Riley, he’d still planned to marry me on schedule.
Those seventeen days had been the most liberated of his entire life, and my doormat behavior
deserved the consolation prize of a wedding.
But now he was completely fucked.
Lips trembling like a lost kid, he kept asking his buddies:
“What the hell do I do? Did Olivia actually dump my ass?”
“When she said she didn’t need me to marry her, was she already planning to bail?”
His friends couldn’t stand seeing him this pathetic and quickly jumped in:
“Dude, what guy doesn’t mess around? She’s just throwing a tantrum. Where else is she gonna find
someone who puts up with her clingy bullshit like you do?”
“Exactly! Trust me, she’ll come crawling back in a few days!”
“Honestly, you should go through with a fake wedding to Riley. Olivia’s pulling this disappearing act
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Chapter 6
because she thinks she’s got you wrapped around her finger. She’s trying to scare you so she can
control your ass after the wedding!”
“If you cave now, your life’s gonna be a living nightmare with that manipulative bitch!”
A spark of hope flickered in Ethan’s eyes.
He nodded frantically:
“You’re right! Olivia swore she’d rather die than be with anyone else. Once she sees me actually going through with marrying Riley, she’ll lose her shit and show up!”
“Let’s get back there and do this wedding–we need to livestream the whole thing! The second Olivia
contacts me, I can tell her it was all just an act!”
