Tears of My Ex-Husband Novel – After Iliana Carson agreed to marry the man her family picked out for her, her stepbrother Bryson Jefferson suddenly showed up with a bouquet of irises, confessing his love. He believed that as long as he asked her to stay, Iliana would forgive him for his past mistakes.
But Iliana had long stopped loving him or the irises. Her husband pulled her into his arms and sneered at Bryson, “She’s pregnant. Stop bugging her!” *** Iliana Carson told her brother that she’d be coming home over the phone. Gregory Carson immediately replied, “I’m glad you’ve come to your senses.
I never understood why you had to run off to Whiteville after graduation. It’s been three years! Mom and Dad were starting to wonder if you had run off with some jerk. Thank goodness that you’re finally coming back.” Gregory sounded relieved. Yeah, it had been three years. Iliana choked up, “Sorry for making you worry.
I’ll leave my wedding to you.” “Don’t worry,” Gregory reassured. “The man Mom and Dad picked for you is perfect. You’ll like him.” Gregory didn’t mention who the groom was. Soon, he changed the subject. “Oh, right, Iliana, make sure you invite Brys. He’s in Whiteville, too. You used to follow him around all the time, remember? Not sure what he’s been up to lately, though.
We haven’t been able to reach him these past few days.” Iliana’s family had no idea she’d been dating Bryson Jefferson. A bitter smile tugged at Iliana’s lips. As for why Gregory couldn’t reach him, it was because Bryanna Vaughn came back a month ago. Lately, he had been busy meeting up with her.
He always seemed happy around Bryanna, while Iliana could never quite make that happen. After a moment of silence, Iliana whispered, “He probably won’t be able to make it to the wedding…” “What wedding?” Before the words had fully left her lips, a husky male voice interrupted. As soon as the door swung open, Iliana ended the call. Looking up, she saw Bryson putting down his suit jacket, tall and dashing. He walked over and pulled her into his arms, asking, “Who’s getting married?” With one hand gripping her waist, he buried his head in her neck, sniffing her to put himself at ease.
“A friend of mine,” Iliana replied softly. She didn’t need his presence or blessing for her wedding. Bryson didn’t sense anything unusual. He casually yanked off his tie and undid a few shirt buttons, exuding an effortless charm. “I thought it was you,” he teased. Iliana met his gaze and asked, “What if it is?” “Stop kidding.” Bryson paused for a beat, brushed a strand of hair from her face, and gazed at her. “You’re so young. No need to rush.” No rush? Or did he never plan to marry her? Bitterness filled her heart as Iliana murmured, “Are you really gonna marry me?” Bryson instinctively wanted to say yes, but hesitation flickered through his eyes. A moment later, he replied in a soft and reassuring voice, “Of course, Iliana. You followed me all the way to Whiteville. I won’t let you down.
Once the time is right, we’ll get hitched…” His words melted into a kiss, his cool lips gliding from her lips to her neck. The tingling sensation made Iliana tremble slightly. Iliana closed her eyes but didn’t push him away. She knew Bryson would actually get physical with her. Over the years, there were many times when things had almost gone out of control. But Bryson had always pulled back, never taking that final step.
At first, she was confused. Shyly biting her lip, she had told him she was fine with it. But Bryson only gently stroked her hair, his gaze tender. “You’re still young. We’ll do it after we get married.” Back then, she had taken that as Bryson’s way of cherishing her, so she had blushed and buried herself in his arms.