Chapter 8
After the banquet, he cornered me in the garden.
“Scarlett…” He pointed to his eyes. “Now I look like my brother. See? The double eyelids you
like…”
Only then did I understand what he’d done, and my stomach churned.
“Reid,” I stepped back, “you disgust me.”
The smile froze on his face: “Scarlett… I can get surgery to look however you want…”
“But the problem was never about the eyes.” I interrupted him. “The problem is here.”
I pointed to where his head would be.
Ronan’s voice came from behind me: “Scarlett, it’s time to cut the cake.”
Six months later, Ronan and I held our wedding as planned.
Just as we were exchanging rings, the banquet hall doors suddenly burst open.
You can’t get married!”
Reid rushed in, his suit disheveled, his eyes bloodshot.
Behind him followed the equally disheveled Maya, her face pale and hair scattered-they looked like they’d just been through a physical altercation.
The entire venue erupted in shocked murmurs.
Ronan’s eyes turned cold as he gestured to security.
But Reid charged straight to the front, staring at me intently: “Scarlett, I’m supposed to be your husband! You can’t marry him!”
I looked at him coldly: “Reid, I’m already married and you’re still here harassing me. Haven’t you gone crazy enough?”
‘I’m not crazy!” His voice was hoarse. “I’ve regretted this every single day for six months! Maya deceived me-she never loved me! She only wanted money!”
Hearing this, Maya immediately shrieked in rebuttal:
‘Reid! Stop talking nonsense! You’re the one who’s pathetic-you abandoned her even during wedding rehearsals, so how dare you blame me!”
The two tore each other apart publicly, creating complete chaos.
Ronan laughed coldly and picked up the microphone: “Security, please escort these two guests out. Don’t let them interrupt my wife’s and my wedding.”
Bodyguards immediately stepped forward, dragging them both toward the exit.
Reid struggled desperately, shouting at me: “Scarlett! I’ve thrown away my dignity for you-can’t you just look back at me once?!”
I didn’t give him even a glance, turning to smile at Ronan: “Shall we continue?”
He leaned down to kiss my hand: “Of course.”
After marriage, life with Ronan was peaceful and happy.
He would get up early every day to make me breakfast, even after working until dawn the night before.
I teased him: “Mr. Ashford can even make omelets now?”
He raised an eyebrow: “For my wife, I’ll learn anything.”
Meanwhile, Reid and Maya’s lives grew increasingly miserable.
1 heard Reid was completely abandoned by the family, all his shares revoked, leaving him to survive on a meager trust fund.
Seeing no profit to be gained, Maya quickly hooked up with another wealthy businessman, only to be beaten in the streets by his wife-utterly humiliating.
Once, while Ronan and I were shopping at the mall, we ran into Reid.
He was unshaven with dull eyes, carrying cheap grocery store bags.
When he saw us, he froze in place. He wanted to approach but never took that step.
Ronan tightened his arm around my waist and walked right past him without even a glance.
Behind us, I heard the sound of plastic bags hitting the ground, and Reid’s choking sobs.
That evening at home, Ronan hugged me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder: “Were you happy today?”
I turned to kiss the corner of his mouth: “Extremely happy.”
He chuckled softly: “Then let’s be this happy every day.”
I leaned against him, watching the starlight outside the window.
Some people, once missed, are missed forever.
And some people are destined to walk through this life with me.
