When the Bride Decided to Ruin Her Own Wedding Novel – LooRead Download loading.. When the Bride Decided to Ruin Her Own Wedding CONTINUE READING Chapter 1 After a week-long business trip, Christopher Allen came back. Fresh from the shower, he eagerly pressed me against the bathroom vanity. His touch was deliberately sensual, igniting heat from my neck downward. His hands roamed lower, lingering at my waist, fingers grazing hot skin.
As his warmth grazed my waist, lost in the moment, he teased, “Baby, what happened to the scar on your hip?” His fingertips pressed against my soft skin. “I remember it was right here—hard to miss.” My heart sank. “Did you forget? I served in the military.” Which meant there couldn’t possibly be any scar. His movements faltered, then he chuckled lightly. “Really? Then I must’ve remembered wrong.” Before I could dwell on it, he deliberately cut off my train of thought, coaxing, “Ah, my mistake. I must’ve been thinking of the last time I whipped your ass red. Forgot it wasn’t a scar.” That kind of lie held no weight with me.
I knew the truth— His other woman had a scar there. … It was the second month after Christopher and I got engaged. Next month, we were supposed to be married. We’d been together for six years. After all that time, we were finally about to get married. Over the years, he’d risen from obscurity to modest success, having long shed the awkwardness of his youth. Cheating, it seemed, came easily to him—effortless, almost casual. The next morning, he got up earlier than usual. Hearing him in the bathroom, I got up too, as always, to make him breakfast.
Adjusting his tie, he came out and looked at me with faint concern. “Did I wake you? It’s still early—you don’t have to make me breakfast every day.” I handed him his glass of milk. “I’m used to it. Once I hear you moving, I can’t go back to sleep anyway.” He slid an arm around me. “My bad. I’ll keep it down next time.” As usual, he leaned down to kiss my forehead. I ducked to grab the fork on the table. “Eat before it gets cold.” His gaze lingered on me, appraising. Right then, his phone pinged repeatedly. He pulled it out, silenced it, and placed it face-down on the table. “Work’s already hounding me for a meeting, but I’d rather finish my wife’s breakfast first.” My eyes lingered on his phone. His fork paused mid-air.
I spoke before he could. “I’m still tired. I’m going to catch a bit more sleep.” With that, I headed toward the bedroom. As I passed him, he playfully smacked me on the hip. Standing up, he teased, “Wore you out last night? You know, after a few days away, I’ve been starving for you.” Before I could respond, he grabbed his phone and car keys and left. I watched him go, then returned to the bedroom and picked up my phone. Soon, the bug I’d hidden in his car while he slept last night transmitted a sultry, unfamiliar voice. “Finally! Took you long enough. I’m sweating all over here!” It was midsummer, the heat oppressive.
Christopher’s voice was edged with irritation. “I told you—stay out of Madison’s life.” “If she finds out, you won’t walk away from it.” The woman scoffed. “Fine, fine, she’s your precious princess, okay?” “I know you’re still counting on her family’s money to keep you planted in that VP chair at the branch.” “Relax, I’ve got it all planned. I’ve applied for a transfer to your company. We’ll be coworkers.” “That should put her mind at ease, right?” Christopher’s tone stayed cold. “Don’t ever show up at my house.” “And when I’m home—don’t text me. Ever.” She didn’t seem to care, just gave a low hum, the sound of fabric shifting soon following.
Her laugh turned bolder. “Still putting up a front? Your body’s telling a different story.” Then the rustle of clothes grew louder. I closed the listening app and rolled over, drifting back to sleep. When I woke, I headed to the grocery store. Once I’d finished cooking, I decided to bring it to Christopher at work. After all, last night he’d said he was craving my homemade chicken soup.