Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“What got sold?”

Caspian didn’t get it.

“Your apartment. The security guard said… it changed ownership a few days ago!”

Caspian’s hand froze mid-air, jacket half on.

His friend’s voice got louder, almost hysterical.

“Bro, did you guys move and not tell anyone?! Where the hell are we supposed to pick up the bride?!”

Thunder exploded in Caspian’s head.

Whatever his friend said after that turned to static.

…Sold?

That apartment?

The one they picked out together, designed together, built piece by piece.

The place they’d always called their future home?

He stood frozen.

“Caspian? CASPIAN, say something! What do we do?!”

The voice on the phone kept pushing.

Caspian’s throat moved, but nothing came out.

His eyes dropped to the jacket crumpled on the floor.

“Address…”

“Send me the new owner’s contact. Or the realtor’s info. NOW!”

He was yelling into the phone while stumbling toward the door.

She sold it?

She let it go?

Let go of the home they’d spent five years building… and let go of HIM too?

The second that thought hit, Caspian couldn’t breathe.

He dropped every ounce of pride and desperately called Thea.

Once. Twice. Ten times…

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Same robotic voice every time:

“The number you have dialed is currently switched off.”

On the day he was finally “ready” to pick her up.

The moment he was finally going to show up and surprise her.

She turned off her phone?

Caspian slammed the screen dark.

What little rationality he had left made him grab onto one last thread of hope.

He drove to meet up with his equally confused crew.

One of them dug around in his car for a while, finally pulling out a crumpled invitation from a pile of junk.

“Uh… yeah, Thea had someone drop this in my car. You said you weren’t going, so I just kinda…”

Caspian snatched it. Eyes locked on the words:

Reid-Marlowe Union.

His heart clenched, then released.

Reid… that’s him!

Trying on dresses behind his back, selling the apartment, turning off her phone…

This wasn’t like her. Not the Thea he knew.

It had to be that Briar again, stirring things up.

Trying to freak him out with some extreme stunt.

But whatever. The names on the invitation didn’t lie.

“So where do we go now? We already confirmed-the apartment’s sold. New owner won’t let us cause a scene there!”

“Forget the apartment. I’ll deal with that after the wedding.”

Right now, the priority was getting to his bride.

“The hotel,” he said, finger pressing hard on the venue name at the bottom of the invite, voice steady again. “Let’s go.”

The whole ride there, he sat in the back, fingers tracing over those words: Reid-Marlowe.

That shaky confidence started to settle.

But something still felt wrong.

If she sent out invitations, why was her phone off?

Why wasn’t Briar picking up either?

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Chapter 6

The questions wormed into him like slivers of ice.

When they pulled up to the hotel, a sign stood at the entrance:

“Reid-Marlowe Union.”

That calmed him down a little.

He walked in fast, ignoring the check-in staff and the weird looks guests gave him.

Probably just because he looked rushed, disheveled.

Inside the ballroom, flowers everywhere.

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