Said ‘I Don’t at My Own Wedding Ch 66

Said ‘I Don’t at My Own Wedding Ch 66

The tears hit me out of nowhere. The first time he says he needs me–and it’s to save another woman.

Like he’s afraid they won’t believe him, Blake keeps offering proof: “My wife, Vivian, is supposed to be flying to Paris today for the dance convention. She has the official invitation in her purse.”

“Please, I’m begging you. Give me back my wife!”

This proud man who’s never begged for anything in his life.

His last words come out with a tremor.

Because of Blake, getting kidnapped became my normal.

The criminals were usually after money.

The worst time? When they threw me into the ocean. I was barely alive when they pulled me out.

He stayed by my hospital bed then. “Viv, I hate what my money and fame have done. This is all my fault.”

He said it over and over like a guilty child.

I shook my head back then. “But you need to get stronger to protect me, right?”

Now Blake’s famous, travels with a small army of security.

He became powerful, then turned that power against me first.

And this time, he’s literally handing me to kidnappers himself.

The scarfaced man across from us starts to believe him. “Fine. Send my daughter over, or your wife dies with me!”

Blake’s eyes are wild with panic–not for me.

“Viv, she’s been your stand–in how many times now? Just do this one thing. Is that so damn hard?”

That word-“stand–in.” God, I’ve heard it enough to last a lifetime.

Charlotte can be my stand–in for that Vogue photoshoot. My stand–in at the charity gala.

She can even be my stand–in in his bed.

But when shit hits the fan? Suddenly I’m the only option.

Body double. Decoy. Turns out I’m just her human bulletproof vest.

He shoves me forward like I’m a package for delivery, ignoring my struggle.

I’m screaming the truth: “I’m Vivian! Not Charlotte!”

Blake stuffs my mouth with his designer pocket square–the one I bought him in Barcelona during my semester abroad.

I’d even written that cheesy note: Something to hold when I can’t hold you.

“Viv, you’ve done triathlons. You’ll figure it out,” he whispers.

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Chapter 4

“Charlotte can’t even doggy–paddle. She’s terrified of water.”

“This is someone’s life on the line. I can’t just roll the dice…”

His voice fades into background noise.

All I hear now is the crash of waves against rocks.

Devil’s Cliff. The local suicide hotspot. And Blake thinks I can just swim my way out of this shit show.

He won’t gamble with Charlotte’s life, but mine? Apparently that’s a bet he’s cool with.

Blake used to swear I was his soulmate. His ride–or–die. His endgame.

But even with me sobbing, pleading, practically on my knees–he doesn’t budge.

The panic and heartbreak eventually flatline into numbness.

He pushes me toward the cliff edge, then suddenly shoves me down hard.

Scar–face drags me across the rocks like I’m yesterday’s trash, getting one last use before disposal.

“Useless bitch. Never should’ve existed.”

“The day you popped out ruined me financially.”

My back and sides get torn up by the jagged terrain underneath.

Then he grabs a rock and deliberately smashes it against my arm. Eighteen times.

Finally, I watch Blake scoop Charlotte up without a second thought and bail.

The second they’re gone, I’m thrown off the edge.

The icy water hits like concrete. As I sink, my life flashes before my eyes like some cliché movie ending.

Every memory is Blake swearing he’d “always protect me completely.”

Guess he meant I’d be completely dead.

Blake rushes Charlotte to the hospital, demanding they examine her thoroughly.

The doctors rush to agree. “Of course, sir. We’ll do everything to save Mrs. Hawthorne.”

When he hears “Mrs. Hawthorne,” he almost corrects them.

In his mind, that title will always belong to Vivian.

He pulls out his phone to call search and rescue, but Charlotte wakes up with a whimper.

“Blake, am I dying?” she asks in that baby–doll voice.

“Will my neck have ugly scars?”

This formerly tough, independent woman now completely dependent on him–it triggers his savior complex hard.

He unmediately drops his phone and grabs her hand. “You’ll be fine. I’d never let you scar.”

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Chapter 41

“The best surgeons in the country are on standby for you.”

Charlotte relaxes at his promise.

Then immediately plays the concerned friend. “Is Miss Vivian okay? God, this is all my fault–my daddy issues causing all this drama.”

Blake keeps calling the search team. No answer.

They should’ve updated him by now. The knot in his stomach tightens.

The scene of Vivian crying, fighting, begging him is on replay in his head. He should’ve at least pretended to care.

Cold sweat breaks out on his forehead. He reaches for his pocket square–the one Vivian gave him.

Gone. He checks every pocket. Nothing.

The panic hits different–like he’s losing something he can’t replace.

Charlotte grabs his hand. “Miss Vivian’s fine, I’m sure. You hired like the Navy SEAL equivalent of rescue teams.”

“She’s probably just ghosting you to make a point.”

Right. He hired the best rescue team money could buy.

Even if Vivian couldn’t save herself, his people would handle it.

Blake’s anxiety slowly subsides. Worst case, she’ll give him the cold shoulder for a few days.

He’ll just make the wedding even more extravagant. More unique. Vivian always loved one–of–a–kind things.

He turns back to Charlotte, coaxing her to take her medicine. “Didn’t you want to see Paris Fashion Week? Take this, and I’ll have my assistant Ryan accompany you.”

Those dates happen to coincide with his and Vivian’s wedding. He doesn’t want to see Charlotte upset.

Charlotte agrees verbally, but inside she’s giddy at the thought of marrying the man in front of her.

Miss High–and–Mighty Vivian Sterling? In the end, she was so easy to defeat.

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