He Invited Me to His Wedding Novel Chapter 10 – “Though I should warn you, Mrs. Weston isn’t exactly the forgiving type.”
Grace snorted.
“So what? Charles said he’s filing for divorce and marrying me. Don’t think you’re the only one who can hold power at Grant Holdings—soon, I’ll be a shareholder too.”
“Really?” I said, arching a brow. “Then you might want to check the paperwork first—Charles’s shares are all under his wife’s name.”
Her smirk faltered.
“That’s impossible! You’re bluffing.”
Just then, the shop door slammed open.
A woman dripping in designer labels stormed in, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.
“So it’s you, you little homewrecker!” she shouted, her voice ringing across the shop. “Today, I’m teaching you a lesson myself!”
Behind her, several elegantly dressed women charged in like a storm.
Before Grace could react, they grabbed her hair and dragged her screaming out onto the street.
The scene turned chaotic—slaps, kicks, fists flying.
Her designer dress tore open; her makeup smeared into an ugly mess.
Grace cried and screamed for help.
“Charlie! Help me! Please!”
But Charles didn’t move. He stood frozen near the door, looking ashen.
He turned to me with trembling hands.
“Mrs. Grant… please, could you speak to your husband for me? Andrew hates scandals like this. If he finds out about the affair, he’ll destroy me.”
I met his eyes coolly.
“You knew he despises affairs, and you still had one—with her, of all people. You’ll have to deal with the consequences yourself.”
Outside, the chaos escalated.
The women tore at Grace’s hair, ripped her clothes, and scratched her face bloody.
Phones came out—videos, photos, flashes everywhere.
Within hours, the footage went viral online.
The name Grace Miller was trending all over BuzzLoop and every major gossip feed.
Her past caught up with her—every affair, every lie, even the fake cancer stunt she’d pulled to trick Ethan into that wedding.
The internet devoured her whole.
The next night, she couldn’t take it anymore.
Grace Miller jumped into the river.
By morning, they found her body—swollen and pale, floating near the pier.
As for Ethan Cole—after being fired from Grant Holdings, no company in Harbor City would take him.
He ended up delivering food to survive.
But even then, his arrogance never changed. He mouthed off to customers, got complaint after complaint.
One day, he got into an argument during a delivery, and the customer broke his leg.
Dr. Emma Collins told me about it later.
I only smiled faintly, resting my hands on my stomach—
the gentle curve that held the proof of my love and Andrew’s.
Our child.
Our future.
And the final, quiet proof that every ending, no matter how painful, can still lead to something beautiful.
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