Chapter 5
Owen froze, the ring still in his hand. “Chris, what the hell is this supposed to mean?”
Chris stated calmly, “We’re already married. Mia’s my wife, legally.”
The look on Owen’s face went from blank to stunned to absolutely livid.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! How long have you even known each other? I’ve been with her for a decade! I’ve asked her to marry
me a hundred times, and now, you’re telling me you two have tied the knot?”
He then zeroed in on me, his voice boiling with rage. “Or what, have you been sleeping around behind my back this whole time? That’s so disgusting!”
What a joke. After everything, he still had the gall to flip the narrative like it was my fault.
“Right back at you. Owen, you’re the disgusting one. You proposed to me a hundred times, but you bailed on me at the altar every
single time for Monica.
“I fell for your sweet talk over and over. You kept promising you’d make it right, swearing Monica was nothing more than a sister
to you. You think I don’t know? You’ve been sleeping with your ‘sister‘ for ages!”
With every word I threw at him, Owen turned paler, and the bite in his voice was gone. “I know I messed up badly. But that was a
one–time thing, a complete accident. I swear it’ll never happen again. I’m done with Monica for good. Mia, divorce Chris. Let’s
just pretend none of this ever happened and start over, okay?”
He reached for my hand, but I flung his away. My voice was icy and deadpan. “I told you at the wedding that if you picked Monica,
I’d marry someone else. We’re done, Owen. There’s no coming back from this. Get real. I’m Chris‘ wife now, which makes me
your sister–in–law.”
Owen’s eyes went red as he gritted his teeth. “We were together for a decade, and you’re just going to toss all that history away?
To marry some guy you just met?”
I was about to fire back, but Chris beat me to it. “We’ve actually known each other for a while.”
My eyes widened, and I turned to him, surprised. His eyes were full of gentle warmth. He held my hand, his fingers lacing through
mine. “I just never got the chance to say how I felt. Thank God you were too blind and dumb to see what you had. It gave me my
shot.”
I could hear Owen’s teeth grinding with rage. “Chris, if you’re seriously going to steal her from me, you and I are done. We’re no longer brothers.”
“Whatever.” Chris just gave a casual shrug. “You’ve been a total deadbeat since we were kids—a lazy screw–up who just blows
through our family’s money. To be honest, I’ve been over you for ages.”
Owen’s face was a mask of pure fury, all his features practically twisting. He shot Chris a killer stare. “Fine. From this second on,
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we’re not brothers anymore.”
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“Your words. Just don’t come crying to me later.”
Just then, a sickly sweet voice chimed in, “Owen, Mia’s married now. Just let it go, okay? You still have me. I’m always here for
you.”
It was Monica, dressed in a flashy red dress. She threw herself all over Owen, acting super flirty. But he didn’t even flinch. He just
pushed her away, looking annoyed.
“I’ve told you before, Monica. I’ve only ever seen you as a sister.”
But she was still hanging all over him. “That’s not what you said in bed the other night. You said you’d only ever love me.”
“It was a mistake. Monica, just leave me alone.”
“Why? We’ve already done it all, and that night, you didn’t even use a—
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“Enough!” Owen yelled, cutting her off and shoving her to the floor. “Keep this up, and I’m not even calling you my sister
anymore.”
Monica finally got the message. She started crying, grabbing his pant leg. “Don’t do this, honey. Did I do something wrong? Did that bitch Mia say something to you? I should’ve just let her drown when I pushed her off the ship that day…”
Owen’s eyes went wide as saucers. “What did you just say?”
Monica slapped her hand over her mouth, but the cat was already out of the bag.
“You pushed her that day? And then you lied about it and made her get on her knees and apologize?”
He had almost gotten me killed because of that lie.
Monica’s eyes welled up. “No, honey, listen. That bitch was the one who went off on me first—”
But Owen was done. The whole thing was just a twisted joke to him. He wasn’t buying a single word she said anymore.
“Get lost! Don’t ever let me see your face again.”
Monica’s face went white. She tried to chase after him, but a couple of huge bodyguards stepped in and stopped her cold.
Still holding me with one arm, Chris gave a cold remark. “My apologies, Ms. Morgan, but I won’t have you talk to my wife like that. You’re going to have to go–now.”
The bodyguards hauled her out while she was still screaming and fighting, and her angry shouts finally stopped when the big doors of the ballroom shut behind her. The lights went down, and the banquet officially kicked off.
Chris kissed the back of my hand. “Let’s go, babe. Time for our big moment.”
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