She Became Exactly What They Wished For novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

That evening, Lawrence had everything ready for the celebration.

He’d arranged the most expensive hotel, the best planning, the most beautiful gown, the most dazzling jewels.

In a perfectly tailored suit, he waited for Maryann—his temperamental, yet somehow endearing wife.

“Larry!”

A voice reached his ears.

He instinctively curved his lips into a smile and turned around-only to freeze.

Standing before him, wearing the gown he’d specially commissioned for Maryann, was Candice.

It wasn’t Maryann.

But before he could react, Candice had already trotted over and thrown herself into his arms.

A heavy perfume hit him as he looked at her, his body going still imperceptibly for a second.

“Larry, you have no idea how much I’ve looked forward to this day…” Candice sounded excited.

He pushed her away gently, confusion flickering in his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

Today was his second wedding anniversary with Maryann.

He’d hired thirty professional tailors and spent half a month hand-finishing that gown. Anyone could see at a glance that it was made for Maryann.

Seeing Candice in it now made him want to tear it off her and throw it away.

Sensing the distance in his tone, Candice bit her lip, looking hurt. “If I hadn’t gone missing two years ago and lost contact with you, it should have been me who married you. Right?”

Lawrence didn’t answer right away. He paused, something complicated flashing in his eyes.

She was right-she should have been his wife. Maryann was nothing but an accident.

And yet, as he looked at Candice, Maryann’s face surfaced in his mind.

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Every smile, every expression of Maryann’s was so vivid.

He still remembered clearly the first time he saw Maryann.

That day, he’d agreed to meet his arranged marriage match at a café, as Luther had arranged.

Maryann was already there when he arrived.

Her crimson dress stood out against the quiet, classic décor.

In that moment, the afternoon sun cast soft light and shadows on her profile through the window. She was as bright as flames, burning her way into his rigid, black-and-white world before he even realized it.

Even though he kept his expression calm, he couldn’t help but hold his breath.

The rumors were true-she was flamboyant and willful.

Not wanting to marry him, she went out of her way to cause trouble.

She poured ink on his important documents, added salt to his coffee, smashed up his car-like a wildcat baring its claws.

What impressed him the most was their wedding day, when she ran away in a sports car.

When he showed up in a helicopter to rescue her, she-ever the spoiled, proud girl-threw herself into his arms, held him tight, and looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

He felt his heart tug at that moment. He blurted out, “You’re safe now. I’ll get you home.”

From then on, the wildcat stopped showing her claws all the time. She became gentle and clingy.

face reflected in her bright, shining eyes as she called his name over and over in

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er again and again, while reminding himself repeatedly that it was just what a a should do.

Because deep down, he still hadn’t given up using the Frye family’s influence to find Candice.

But over two years of spending every day together, Maryann had quietly slipped into his heart. By the time he realized it, it was already too late for him to take her out.

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