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Chapter 13
On the eve of my
wedding, just as I was about to sleep, the housekeeper knocked on my door with milk.
“Miss, there’s someone outside…” she hesitated, telling me about a man asking for me. My mother had instructed everyone to ignore him, but the housekeeper couldn’t help feeling sorry for him.
After she closed the door, I walked to the window. From my vantage point, I could see Luke leaning against his car, cigarette butts scattered around his feet.
some twist of fate, he looked up, meeting my gaze. His empty eyes suddenly sparked to life.
I drew the curtains and ordered security to remove him. A commotion erupted below, with Luke shouting my name. The struggle lasted nearly fifteen minutes, until thunder rolled overhead.
“Let him be,” I called the security back. The guard returned, wiping sweat from his wrinkled
uniform.
“Miss, he’s demanding to see you.”
“Ignore him.”
Rain started falling. Luke wasn’t stupid–after being chased off like a stray dog, he must have left.
But when I woke to thunderclaps in the dead of night, he was still there under the streetlight, drenched in the downpour, stubbornly staring at my bedroom window. He could barely stand.
Too little, too late.
I went back to sleep, dreamless.
By morning, he was gone without a trace. The makeup artist praised how photogenic I looked, but the woman in the mirror didn’t smile.
Gavin was waiting when I emerged in my wedding dress. He carried me to the car.
At the venue, there were flowers and applause everywhere. The weather was perfect, unusually bright.
Under my parents‘ proud gaze, Gavin took my hand, the ring approaching my finger.
I Gotta Go My Own Way
“Wait!”
Everything stopped. All eyes turned.
Luke stood there in a new suit, but his face was haggard, with dark circles and hollow cheeks. He
walked forward until security blocked him. His father, the head of the Thompson family, was turning green with rage.
“Yvonne, marry me. Come back to me.”
Luke dropped to one knee.
The crowd gasped.
I forced a smile, turning to Gavin. “Why haven’t you put it on yet?”
Gavin slipped the diamond ring onto my finger.
Luke remained kneeling, swaying slightly. His hands trembled as he held out a ring.
I approached him, my dress trailing behind me.
His face lit up with hope, but the bloodshot eyes made him look haunting.
I took his ring and threw it onto the lawn
“You’re too late.”
Luke suddenly stood, pulling out a knife.
I Gotta Go My Own Wa
