My CEO Husband Let Her Ruin Our Wedding Live – The day Stellan Cross and I got our marriage license at City Hall. His friends started whooping before we even stepped outside. “We should go live tonight. Mirelle’s a huge streamer. Let’s throw a party and make it viral.” I smiled for the camera and held up the licenses. Then Lysette Hale walked in, slow and deliberate, pushing a cake. She and Stellan exchanged a look like they were in on the same joke. She had just opened her mouth to give a toast when someone shoved my head straight into the cake. Pain exploded. The support rods inside sliced into my forehead. Blood mixed with frosting, dripping down my face. “Surprise!” The room burst into laughter. Cameras locked onto me, capturing every second of my humiliation. The comment feed went insane. Stellan cupped Lysette’s face, smiling like she’d just done something adorable. “Happy now? Everyone helped you win your little game.” “You even hijacked my wedding. Lyse, now you know who’s got your back.” Only then did he glance at me.
Casual. Distant. Like I barely mattered. “Relax. It was just a joke. You’re fine.” I looked at the floor, at the wreckage. Then I tore the license in half. *** Frosting clogged my nose. I couldn’t breathe. Laughter, shouting, camera flashes. Everything blurred together. The livestream exploded within minutes. Clips of my ruined wedding and those photos shot straight to trending. My phone started blowing up. The company didn’t stop calling. And the girl who caused all of it hid behind Stellan, her voice soft, her expression innocent. “I think Mirelle’s upset…” “It’s my fault. I lost the dare. They were just trying to help me…” Cake covered my entire body. My makeup, done before dawn, was ruined. My custom gown, months in the making, was stained beyond saving. It felt like someone dumped ice water over my head. All the excitement I’d felt was gone. Just gone. Stellan slipped his jacket over my shoulders, trying to cover me. Then he saw my eyes. Red.
Swollen. He paused. “You’re crying?” “If it bothered you, we can do another ceremony. Bigger this time.” “Something actually worth it.” He wasn’t always like this. At eighteen, he’d spent every dollar he had just to take me dress shopping, carefully smoothing the fabric, promising me a real wedding someday. At twenty-eight, after he made it, he bought me that dress and held me like I was something precious. Said once things settled, he’d give me everything I deserved. Now at thirty-three, he tore all of that apart. Broke every promise. And turned my wedding into a joke. My hand cracked across his face. The sound cut through everything. Silence dropped instantly. His friends scrambled to shut off the livestream, rushing in with awkward apologies. “Mirelle, we’re sorry.” “We just wanted to cheer Lyse up…” Stellan wiped the blood from his lip, his expression tightening with annoyance. “Why are you making this such a big deal?” “Weddings are boring. Let her have some fun.
Why are you getting worked up over something like this?” “You weren’t like this before…” Before, Lysette had always liked pushing me. She destroyed the flowers and gifts Stellan gave me. Ruined our anniversary plans. She stirred up rumors in my comments and cost me hundreds of thousands of followers. She even tampered with my perfume, leaving my skin breaking out in rashes and forcing me to miss a major brand event. Every time, Stellan would say, “I’ll handle her. She’s being ridiculous.” But nothing ever changed. Not once. “Stellan Cross!” My voice shook. “Her father saved your life.
That doesn’t mean you get to let her turn into this.” “This isn’t harmless. It’s messed up.” Lysette buried her face in his chest and started crying. “I miss my dad…” “Mirelle!” Stellan snapped. “That’s enough.” “You think going after her like that makes you better?” I held back my tears. I didn’t think he’d go this far. He had absolutely no boundaries. No limits. “You really think she did nothing wrong?” He hesitated, already trying to defend her. “Fine.” I cut him off. “If you can’t even tell right from wrong—” “Then we’re done.” “I’m breaking up with you.”