Betrayed,I Married the World's Richest Heir

Chapter 2 My Wife

I tried to pull away, but a pair of hands clamped down on my head and forced my face against his chest.

The familiar scent and warmth made my heart stutter, and my eyes went wide with disbelief.

Then someone pinched my earlobe gently, and a man's voice dropped low against my ear. "Don't move if you don't wanna get caught."

I'd know that voice anywhere. Back when we were together, every time we had s*x, he'd bite my ear and whisper my name in that same deep voice.

I could never forget it!

It was Wayne!

My breath came out shaky. "You know everything?"

His voice rumbled against my ear, mixing with the steady beat of his heart. "Know what? That you dumped me and shacked up with this clown?"

I bit down hard on my jaw. Three years after our breakup, my first hug with Wayne happened like this, in the most ridiculous way possible.

And he got a front-row seat to me getting screwed over and humiliated.

I thought, 'God, this is mortifying.'

The next second, his hand brushed across my cheek, soft and reassuring, just like he used to do.

I couldn't help looking up at him. Wayne's voice came out gentle. "Don't beat yourself up. This isn't on you."

I froze. Before I could say anything, Ambrose's footsteps approached, and Wayne pushed my head back down.

I couldn't see, but I felt it—a sharp, suspicious gaze sweeping over us.

My whole body tensed. I was scared Ambrose would recognize me.

Wayne and I weren't exactly in an innocent position right now.

If Ambrose recognized me, he'd twist this whole thing around and blame me. He'd break off our engagement without a second thought and marry Summer instead.

Like hell I'd let that happen!

But then I heard Ambrose's cold voice. "Blaire, that's you, isn't it?"

My heart dropped.

Wayne scoffed and held me tighter. "Dude, that's the lamest pickup line I've ever heard. What, cheating on your girlfriend with her little sister isn't enough for you? Now you're hitting on someone else's wife?"

'Wife?'

The word sounded unexpectedly hot coming from his mouth.

I knew he was saying it to throw Ambrose off, but my heart still raced and my ears burned.

I pushed down the fluttering in my chest. Wayne really knew how to talk. I knew Ambrose well enough to know he'd lose his mind over this.

Sure enough, Ambrose's breathing got heavier. His voice turned threatening. "What did you hear? I'm warning you, don't go running your mouth. If I hear one bad word about Summer, I'll make sure you never work in this hospital again!"

I laughed bitterly to myself. Ambrose really cared about Summer. He'd never been this protective of me.

Wayne snorted. "Whatever you say."

Then he scooped me up and walked away.

I grabbed his neck to steady myself, and once I caught my balance, I couldn't help sneaking a glance at Ambrose and Summer.

Ambrose was worried Summer might be upset by Wayne's comment, so he was being all sweet and gentle with her.

I froze, and my chest tightened painfully.

We'd been together for a whole year, and Ambrose had never once treated me like that.

He always expected me to be strong and mature, and whenever I broke down, he'd leave me to pull myself together.

I thought that was just who he was, cold and proper with everyone, but I was dead wrong! He only treated me this way!

He knew how to be gentle, but he saved all that tenderness for Summer.

What a joke.

I'd spent an entire year playing the fool, acting as his girlfriend, when I'd never gotten any special treatment at all.

'If he fell for someone else, he could've just broken up with me,' I thought bitterly. 'But instead, he went behind my back and slept with my own sister. What the hell did he think I was?'

I couldn't swallow this.

Before I knew it, Wayne carried me into his office, and the second we got through the door, I struggled to get down.

My feet hit the floor, and he asked, "Blaire, what're you thinking?"

I shoved down the rage bubbling in my chest and met his sharp gaze, but right when I opened my mouth to answer, my phone rang.

I glanced down and saw Ambrose's name on the screen.

Something cold flickered in my eyes, and I answered. His voice came through immediately. "Blaire, where are you?"

He was suspicious of me.

I swallowed my anger and kept my voice steady. "I'm at the hospital. You were too rough last night and I tore. They're stitching me up."

Ambrose asked quickly, "Why didn't you tell me? Which hospital? I'll come get you."

His usual concerned voice suddenly struck me as ridiculous.

'If I don't tell him, does he really think I'm fine?' I thought. 'Hasn't he noticed anything?'

The blood wasn't fresh. The sheets were red last night.

Didn't he suspect anything at all?

'Of course not,' I thought bitterly. 'His head's too full of Summer to notice me bleeding out next to him.'

This phone call was to confirm whether that was me in Wayne's arms.

I laughed bitterly. "What's the point?"

Ambrose paused before saying, "Blaire, when are you gonna start trusting me?"

In that moment, I wanted to ask him what would happen after I trusted him. 'Was this all so he could cheat with Summer more conveniently?' I thought bitterly.

But I held back. I knew asking wouldn't change anything and would only tip him off.

When I didn't respond, Ambrose sighed, "Blaire, your parents want us to come to family dinner tomorrow to talk about the wedding. Be ready for that."

I gripped my phone tighter and suddenly realized what he was doing. 'He's going to use my parents to pressure me? Force me to step aside?' I thought.

After all, my parents had always favored Summer.

I took a deep breath. I didn't think they'd agree to something like that, but I still felt uneasy.

"Okay," I said.

I was about to hang up when Ambrose spoke. "You love me, right, Blaire?"

I froze. 'Why the hell is he asking me this now?' I thought.

'Does he actually think I love him enough to forgive anything he does?' The realization made my stomach turn.

'He can't seriously believe I'd forgive him after all this, can he?'

The thought made me sick. I wanted to shatter his delusion right then and there.

I didn't answer. I just hung up.

Wayne fixed me with a hard stare. "Blaire, when did you become so pathetic? Things have gotten this bad and you're still not gonna break up with him? How much do you love this guy? You had no problem breaking up with me."

His words were cold and sharp, cutting right through me.

In that moment, something clicked. I knew exactly what I had to do.

I laughed suddenly and looked up at him. "Wayne, are you single? Want to get married?"