Chapter 4

I stared at the transfer contract in my hand, speechless.

Because this contract was for the very restaurant behind me. The moment I signed it, I would be the new owner of this establishment.

This was the most thoughtful birthday gift I had ever received.

My wedding to Adrian was tomorrow.

I immediately signed the document and put the contract away. I wouldn't hesitate at a moment like this.

I didn’t sleep a wink.

The next day, the entire Sullivan mansion was filled with joyous anticipation. I put on my pristine white wedding gown.

I stared at myself in the mirror, feeling as if nothing was real.

I was getting married.

My husband-to-be wasn't Asher, my boyfriend of many years, but Adrian Vance, Veridia City’s notorious playboy.

The complex emotions were hard to describe.

I patted my chest. Well, here I was. No turning back now. Whatever the future held, I would accept it. This was my choice, after all.

Several cars pulled up in front of the villa. And out of them stepped… Asher Thompson.

They weren’t fancy cars at all. Then I noticed the scratches on the lead car, and everything clicked.

Asher truly didn’t listen. Not a single word I said yesterday sank in. With the pathetic display his family put on, he thought he could marry me?

In his wildest dreams.

Before I could even speak,

Asher, seeing me in my flowing wedding gown, holding my bouquet, sneered. “Chloe Sullivan, can’t keep up the act anymore, can you?”

“Who was it that didn’t want to share me with Ivy before? Now you’re so eager to put on a wedding dress.”

He leisurely scanned me from head to toe, a look of absolute certainty on his face.

How could anyone be so arrogantly delusional?

“Asher, you’re really trying to pat yourself on the back, aren’t you? Who said I was marrying you? The man I’m marrying is Adrian Vance.”

“My husband will be here soon. Now move these pathetic cars out of the way!”

Asher didn’t get angry; instead, he laughed. He pointed at me. “Still playing tough, huh? You’ll regret this!”

“If Ivy hadn’t begged me to give you another chance, I wouldn’t even be here today! I advise you to be smart, or you’ll really miss your chance to share me with Ivy!”

Asher genuinely thought he was some kind of treasure. He and Ivy were like a trash can and a trash bag – who would want them?

Suddenly, a long procession of cars approached.

Asher’s eyes lit up when he saw them. “Whose heiress is getting married today?”

Just as he spoke, Adrian Vance, impeccably dressed in a suit, stepped out of the lead car.

He walked straight to me and intimately wrapped his arm around my waist.

Adrian looked at Asher provocatively, his tone light.

“Well, well, Mr. Thompson.”

“Trying to steal my wife again?”

Asher didn't react immediately. After a few seconds of confusion, he realized the implication.