My Fiancé Sent Me To Another Man On Our Wedding Day Chapter 02
At the entrance to the apartment building, Rafael set me down.
He adjusted my veil, his voice soft.
“Helena, I’ll take you this far. You can walk the rest of the way yourself.”
Chloe’s back went up.
“What kind of groom drops off his bride halfway to the car?”
Rafael said flatly, “It’s just a few steps. She can manage.”
“Rafael, what is wrong with you today?” Chloe stared at him. “You’ve been off since the moment you walked in.”
“Chloe,” I said, tugging her arm. “I can walk by myself.”
Rafael was never the man I was supposed to marry.
He had no right to walk me to the car.
The white stretch limousine was parked just ahead.
Once I got in, everything between me and Rafael would be over.
Even after I was inside, Rafael didn’t leave. He lingered by the door.
“Helena.”
He looked at me, his expression unreadable.
Finally, he just said, “Take care of yourself.”
Chloe frowned.
“What are you doing just standing there? Get in.”
Rafael forced a smile and pointed to another car behind us.
“I’ll take that one and follow you.”
Then he closed the car door.
Chloe’s unease was growing.
“He’s acting so weird today.”
I looked straight ahead and said quietly, “It’s because he’s sending me to the Hawthornes in Margot’s place.”
“What?”
Chloe whipped around, her voice sharp.
Before I could answer, she realized where we were going.
“Wait. Driver, stop.”
“You’re going the wrong way. The church isn’t in this direction.”
“Chloe,” I cut in, “he’s not going the wrong way. I’m not going to a church. I’m going to the Hawthorne estate.”
“What?”
I told her everything I’d overheard the night before.
By the time I finished, Chloe was trembling with rage.
“How could Rafael do this to you?”
“The Romanos raised me,” I said quietly. “Maybe this is just me repaying my debt to them.”
“What debt?” Chloe shot back. “You saved Rafael’s life. That debt was settled long ago.”
“And for the last two years, when his back was acting up and he could barely move, you were the one taking care of him.”
“You’ve done more than enough for him. What gives him the right to treat you like this?”
She was right.
If we were keeping score, my debt had been paid in full a long time ago.
But at this point, none of that mattered.