He Invited Me to His Wedding Novel Chapter 4 – Grace’s voice floated sweetly through the speaker.
“Ethan, when can you come over? I still can’t decide on the right dress, and it’s driving me crazy.”
Ethan hesitated for a moment, then pulled the car over to the side of the road.
“The hospital’s not far. You can walk the rest of the way I’ve got something to take care of.”
And just like that, the man I’d loved for ten years left me on the side of the road.
In that moment, I felt like the biggest fool in the world.
How could I have loved a man like him for so long?
I opened the door and stepped out, but a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. My knees buckled, and I
collapsed onto the pavement.
Ethan didn’t even look back. He started the car and drove away.
There were still three miles to Riverton Medical Center. I didn’t even have the strength to call a cab.
Thankfully, a kind stranger stopped to help and called an ambulance for me.
When I was finally wheeled into the ER, barely conscious, I whispered to the doctor with what little strength
I had left.
“I don’t want the baby anymore. Please… end the pregnancy.”
When I woke again, my stomach was flat.
Empty.
On the nightstand, my phone was buzzing with missed video calls – all from Grace Miller.
Before I could react, another call came through.
Grace appeared on screen wearing a flowing white gown, her hair swept up elegantly. She looked like a princess straight out of an old castle painting.
“Lily! Finally, you picked up,” she said with a bright smile. “Ethan’s taste is hopeless – help me choose which dress looks better. I want to pick my main gown.”
Her tone was light, but the smugness in her eyes was unmistakable.
Next to her, Ethan gazed at her with a tenderness I’d never seen him show me.
I wondered if he even remembered that his girlfriend of ten years had just lost his child.
I felt nothing now. Just a hollow calm.
“You look beautiful,” I said, forcing a smile. “That one you’ re wearing it’s perfect.”
Something flickered across her face, disappointment maybe as if she hadn’t gotten the reaction she was hoping for.
Ethan took the phone from her.
“Lily, I’m glad you’ ve finally come around.”
“Just to let you know, I won’t be home these next few days. Grace and I are getting married next week, and
it doesn’t feel right for me to still be living with someone else.”
“It’s better if we take a break. Take care of yourself.”
Then he hung up.
That was the moment I stopped loving him. Completely.
After I was discharged, I called Dr. Emma Collins to help me pack up my things from the Upper Greenpoint Penthouse.
When she saw me, she broke down crying.
“I told you Ethan was trash! But you kept clinging to the wrong man’.”
“Now look at you. You had to bleed out before you finally let go.”
I gave her a small smile.
“It’s not too late, is it? I’m only twenty-eight. I still have time to start over.
“God, you’ re impossible,” she muttered. “You can still smile through this?”
As we carried boxes downstairs, Andrew Grant showed up.
He walked straight over and took the suitcase from my hands, his movements calm and deliberate. “You’ re moving? And you didn’t even call me?”
I turned to glare at Emma
I didn’t need to ask how he knew.
After everything was moved into my new place, Emma tactfully disappeared, leaving just the two of us.
Andrew looked at me, serious as ever.
“Now that you’re finally done with Ethan, don’t you think it’s my turn?”
Andrew Grant my college senior, Ethan’s current boss, and the man who’ d quietly been there all along.
“Are you serious?” I asked softly. “You don’t care that I spent ten years with him?”
“I told you back in college,” he said, eyes steady, “the day you stop loving him, I’ll be here. I’ll wait as long
as it takes.”
“That promise still stands.
I laughed. “Then why wait? Let’s go to the Harbor County Clerk’s Office tomorrow and get married. Do you
dare?”
His eyes lit up.
“Tomorrow at nine, I’ll pick you up!”
To my surprise, Andrew actually showed up the next morning – right on time.
As we drove, I teased him lightly.
“Once we get that marriage license, there’s no backing out. If you regret it, it’s too late.”
“If I regret it, I’m a damn fool,” he said with a grin.
When we were waiting for the paperwork to go through, my phone buzzed.
Ethan’s name flashed across the screen.
“Lily, where the hell are you? The wedding’s about to start! All the guests are here, my parents keep asking where you are, and your seat at the Head Table is empty!”
That’s when it hit me
today was Ethan and Grace’s wedding day.
“I’m busy,” I said flatly. “Getting my marriage license.”
“What license? It’s my big day! How can you not be here?”
Just then, the clerk handed me the marriage certificate.
I smiled and held it up.
“A marriage license, Ethan. Thanks to you, I’m Mrs. Grant now.”