I Was Never Part of Their Story novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

On the powdery sands of the Balthian Islands, 300 crystal lamps lit up the private beach so brightly that it looked like daytime.

Dressed in the latest wedding dress from a luxury brand designer, I stared at myself in the mirror. I appeared a lot calmer and more poised than I did three years ago.

“Ms. Summer,” my makeup artist reminded lowly, “there’s a gentleman outside-”

However, Talia cut her off. “Tell him the bride won’t see him.”

My hands paused in the middle of tidying my wedding veil. “Caleb is still outside?”

“He’s been kneeling at the beach entrance since last night.” Talia rolled her eyes. “Claims h won’t get up unless he sees you. Security has tried to chase him away three times, all to no

avail.”

Through the floor to ceiling windows, I could see a man, utterly drenched from the pouring rain. His expensive suit pants was torn from the rough coral, and blood was seeping from his knees.

As I watched, he shoved his bodyguard away when the latter came over with an umbrella. It was as though he wanted to use the storm to wash something away.

Shawn suddenly pushed the door open and entered with a tablet in hand. The screen showed a real-time update of Jenson Group’s plummeting stock price. Silton Group had just completed the acquisition of Jenson Group’s last 7% of shares half an hour ago.

“Shall we show him a live broadcast of the wedding?” Shawn nestled his chin on my shoulder and swiped the screen to show a high-definition video of the chapel’s interior.

His voice was gentle and warm, as though he were discussing the champagne tower. “I specifically chose the same chapel you two got married in back then.” .

Laughing, I smacked his wandering hand away. “How childish of you.”

“Melissa!” A heartrending wail abruptly cut through the roaring rain. “Come out and meet me!

“I

Somehow, Caleb had managed to get past the first line of security.

While the rain pounded down on him, Caleb raised a velvet box that was on the verge of falling apart from the seawater. Inside was a pair of emerald rings he had bought from a random roadside booth the first time we married.

“I’ve been diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer… The doctor says I only have at most three months left…” His voice sounded ragged and broken. “Just take pity on me…”

Shawn grabbed my hand. He was shaking slightly in that moment as his eyes turned bloodshot.

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