I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Novel by Anonymous
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Novel by Anonymous
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Novel by Anonymous
I spent eleven months making my own wedding dress.
But on the night of the Whitmore centennial show, the woman who walked up the grand staircase wearing it was my adopted sister, Sabine.
She stood in the spotlight, one hand resting on a stomach that wasn’t yet showing, the other looped through my fiancé Adrian’s arm. The reporters’ flashes bleached the world white. He didn’t let go of her. He simply stood by as his PR team announced that the baby was his, and that they would be getting married as soon as possible.
Backstage, the size card I had written for myself still hung from the garment rack.
I reached inside the gown and found the hand-sewn label hidden at the waist seam, in the most discreet place I could manage—
Clara Whitmore, Bride.
With my dressmaker’s shears, I sliced it from the seam, broke off the engagement, and flew to Paris that same night.
Over the next six years, Adrian sent me more than three hundred emails.
I never replied to a single one.
I didn’t set foot in New York again until my mother’s kidneys began to fail, and the donor lined up for her paired exchange suddenly backed out.
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 10 Nathan cleared his throat. “Well, if this is all a misunderstanding, I’ll take my leave. We can discuss the Cross purchasing agreement another day.” He left quickly, the photographer scrambling after him with the equipment. The last trace of color vanished from Sabine’s face.
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 09 Grandfather fixed Julien with a hard stare. “You take a Whitmore heir away for six years, then think a simple ‘we’re married’ is enough of an explanation?” “She wasn’t taken by me,” Julien said. “When she arrived in Paris, her accounts were frozen, her
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 08 Julien looked back at Nathan. “A moment ago, you said that after your marriage, you would ‘allow’ her to continue working behind the scenes?” “I didn’t know she was already…” Nathan struggled to keep the smile on his face. “This was the information the
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 07 Six years ago, in my first winter in Paris, I worked night shifts at a nearly bankrupt sample atelier. One dawn, a gown intended for a buyers’ presentation refused to drape properly at the shoulder. Everyone was crowded around the dress form, arguing. I
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 06 The photographer forgot to lower his camera. The shutter clicked three times in rapid succession as the hospital lobby fell silent. When Nathan saw the Moreau Foundation insignia on the card, the arrogance on his face vanished. The foundation didn’t control any major luxury
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 05 The next morning, the first floor of the transplant center was full of Whitmores. My grandfather, my father, Sabine, and Adrian were all there. Nathan Cross stood in front of one of the hospital’s donor walls, a silk pocket square from Whitmore’s new season
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 04 “Clara.” Sabine was standing in the doorway, a pale gray shawl draped around her shoulders. I had no idea how long she’d been listening. She stepped outside and rose on her toes to wrap Adrian’s scarf properly around his neck, her hands moving with
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 03 That evening, the family’s longtime driver came to pick me up from the hospital. “The old master says everyone is to be in attendance tonight.” The Whitmore townhouse stood on East Seventy-Sixth Street, same as always. The black-and-white tile in the foyer was unchanged.
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 02 The traffic from the airport into Manhattan was brutal. Adrian didn’t turn on the radio. At red lights, he glanced at me several times, but his gaze always dropped before I could meet it. “Your old workroom is still in the house,” he said
I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 01 I spent eleven months making my own wedding dress. But on the night of the Whitmore centennial show, the woman who walked up the grand staircase wearing it was my adopted sister, Sabine. She stood in the spotlight, one hand resting on a stomach