He Invited Me to His Wedding Novel Chapter 9 – “But now Lily has nothing to do with you. So I’m done helping. As of today, you’re officially terminated.”
Ethan stared at him, completely stunned.
“That’s impossible! I worked my way up from the bottom—every deal I made was real, all on my own!”
Andrew smirked.
“Then I guess we’re holding you back. You’re free to take your ‘talent’ somewhere else.”
Ethan’s face turned red with fury.
“I’ve worked at Grant Holdings for six years! You can’t just fire me without cause. I’ll demand compensation!”
“Compensation?” Andrew’s tone sharpened.
“Then let’s talk about the kickbacks you’ve been taking for the past few years. Did you really think I didn’t know? I ignored it for Lily’s sake, but don’t flatter yourself—you’d have been gone a long time ago.”
The color drained from Ethan’s face. He stumbled back a step.
“So that’s it, huh? You’ve been after my wife all these years!”
He turned on me, eyes full of venom.
“Lily, admit it! You’ve been with him all along, haven’t you?”
I looked at him with nothing but pity.
“Ethan Cole, I’ve never done anything to betray you. My conscience is clean—can you say the same?”
Then I turned, leaving him frozen in place as I walked out with my head held high.
Ten days later, Andrew and I held our wedding at the very top of Skylight Spire.
It was the grandest event Harbor City had ever seen—even the media came to cover it live. The ceremony was broadcast across the country, our names lighting up the skyline like a promise that couldn’t be broken.
Afterward, as we stepped out of the reception hall, Andrew suddenly said he had a surprise for me.
“Close your eyes,” he told me.
I laughed softly.
“What are you up to now? You’re being awfully mysterious.”
“You’ll see,” he said. “Trust me.”
When he finally told me to open my eyes, a wave of sweet fragrance filled the air.
The sight before me made me gasp.
We were standing in front of a beautifully decorated flower shop—sunlight pouring through its glass windows, the scent of lilies, roses, and jasmine drifting out onto the street.
“Do you like it, Mrs. Grant?” he asked, smiling.
My eyes welled up instantly.
“You remembered… I once told you I wanted to open a flower shop.”
Back in college, I’d said it casually—that I wasn’t the type to sit in an office all day, that my dream was to own a little flower shop someday, free and happy.
I never thought he’d remember.
But here it was. He had built my dream—for me.
And in that moment, I understood something simple and absolute.
When someone truly loves you, they don’t just hear your words. They keep them in their heart—and turn them into reality.
I thought I would never see Ethan or Grace again for the rest of my life—until one quiet afternoon at Bloom & Ivy Boutique, my flower shop, when two unexpected customers walked in.
Grace Miller strolled through the doorway, her arm looped intimately around a man’s.
The man looked oddly familiar… after a moment, I realized he was a senior executive from Grant Holdings Group.
Curious, I snapped a quick photo and sent it to Andrew.
I had barely put my phone down when Grace’s shrill, self-satisfied voice filled the shop.
“Excuse me,” she called. “What’s the most expensive bouquet you’ve got here?”
I smiled faintly and replied, “Sorry. We don’t serve the two of you.”
She froze for a second, then her expression shifted into mock surprise.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Mrs. Grant! Imagine that—you’re married to Andrew Grant and still running a flower shop? What’s wrong? Your husband doesn’t give you enough money, so you’ve got to earn your own?”
I kept my tone even.
“This isn’t the old days, Grace. Marriage doesn’t mean a woman has to stay home and play house.”
Grace tugged on the man’s sleeve dramatically.
“Come on, Charlie, I love this place. Buy it for me.”
The man—Charles Weston, if I remembered correctly—lowered his head, his voice barely audible.
“Let’s just go.”
Grace yanked on his arm, pouting.
“Go? Didn’t you say you’d get me anything I wanted—even the stars if I asked for them?”
I let out a small laugh.
“Grace, you really have a talent for wrecking other people’s marriages.”