Chapter 5

I spent a long time dawdling in the bathroom, but eventually, I had to come out. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open.

Chris was already changed into his pajamas, sitting on the bed, reading a document. When he saw me emerge, he calmly closed the folder. There wasn’t any teasing in his expression, which helped me relax.

I had some business to address anyway.

“So, what are you planning to do about Enoch?”

Chris had anticipated the question. He handed me the folder he'd been reading earlier. “Take a look.”

I walked over and took the papers. Inside was the whole backstory of Enoch and some girl—the kind of classic love affair you’d expect from a cheesy romance novel: a rich heir and a delicate, innocent girl. Next to the description was a photo of the girl. She really did fit the role of a sweet, innocent little thing.

Apparently, they’d gone through rounds of dramatic breakups and reconciliations, all without me knowing.

Then, last night, the girl found out Enoch was getting married. Distraught, she called him, crying. Enoch, ever the compassionate fool, panicked and ran off, leaving his fiancée (that’s me) behind to elope with her.

Honestly, if I weren’t the poor bride left at the altar, I might have congratulated them.

But no, unfortunately for me, I was the jilted bride.

Seriously, where had these two been for the past few months?

From the timeline in the documents, their little roller-coaster romance had been going on for two months. Longer than it took to plan the wedding.

If Enoch had hinted at anything during that time, I wouldn’t be so furious right now.

“Enoch’s off on some vacation with his little girlfriend right now,” Chris said, noting my simmering anger. “I’ve sent people to drag him back. If you want, we can pretend this whole wedding didn’t happen.”

We hadn’t officially signed the marriage license yet—just held the ceremony. But I didn’t regret a thing.

I’d tossed away trash and found myself a treasure. This was luck beyond belief.

“No need to cancel anything. We’re married, and I’m your wife. Tomorrow, we’ll get the paperwork done.”

I was serious.

Chris looked at me, realizing I meant every word. His tone softened. “Alright.”