Wrong name at the wedding

Wrong name at the wedding - Chapter (2)

Ch. Chapter 2 My fiance called me by the wrong name at the wedding Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Cancelling the Wedding

That same day, I flew to Celadonia with Ophelia.

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When we landed, Ophelia, worried I might still be thinking about Kendrick, leaned in and whispered, “Kendrick posted on his Twitter yesterday, announcing his relationship with Cecelia. You should see the picture. She’s sitting on his lap, kissing him. Those two have clearly been together for a while.

“Kristine, you can’t keep thinking about that scumbag.”

I smiled weakly, “I won’t. Now that the wedding is canceled, he and I have nothing to do with each other.”

One night was enough for me to figure everything out.

I realized his heart had never been with me, and I was just a pawn in a family alliance.

“Let go

go when you need to,” Ophelia said, giving me a

thumbs–up.

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We took a short rest at the hotel, and Ophelia, happy to see me feeling better, took me to the beach for a little sunshine.

As I basked in the warmth, I felt a gaze on me.

I took off my sunglasses and turned, only to be met with burning gaze.

A man was staring at me intensely.

Chapter 2 Cancelling the Wedding The heat of his gaze made my heart race.

I quickly averted my eyes.

I knew that man. He was Frederic Haywood, Kendrick’s best friend.

I thought, “What is he doing here?”

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Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t seen him at the wedding.

Frederic was different from Kendrick. He was said to be a wealthy heir from Zephyria, yet he was reserved and low–key. Somehow, he and the playboy Kendrick had become good friends.

While I was lost in thought, Ophelia waved to Frederic, then whispered in my ear, “He’s been asking about you for a while.

“He heard about your canceled wedding and came all the way from Zephyria overnight. He’s rich, handsome, and has status. He’s so much better than Kendrick. You should go for him, girl!”

“Frederic, Kristine’s been wanting to learn jet skiing. Why don’t you teach her?” With that, Ophelia winked at me meaningfully, took a sip of her juice, and walked away, leaving us alone.