Betrayed,I Married the World's Richest Heir

Chapter 3 Fake Marriage

Wayne froze instantly, and those usually calm, beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

I realized my wording had been off, so I rushed to clarify. "A fake marriage, obviously. If you're not interested, forget it. I'll find someone else."

The whole thing had been impulsive, and I'd nearly forgotten Wayne already had a fiancée.

After all, Wayne had been the one to end things between us.

Back then, we'd just gone from the bed to the shower, and hot water was streaming over my skin when he told me in that cold, hard voice that he had a fiancée now. He said I needed to pack my things and get out of his place.

I still remembered the crushing pain from that day, and for six months after the breakup, I kept having nightmares about him marrying someone else. I'd wake up crying every time.

Even when I got together with Ambrose later, I was hoping a new relationship would help me forget Wayne.

I had to admit that even though Ambrose and I were talking marriage, he didn't hold the same place in my heart that Wayne did.

If Ambrose hadn't cheated with Summer, I never would've crossed paths with Wayne again.

The thought made me laugh bitterly to myself, and I couldn't help glancing at Wayne. 'We haven't seen each other in three years,' I thought. 'He must be married to his fiancée by now.'

I wasn't expecting him to agree, and my impulsiveness just made the whole situation awkward.

I said quietly, "Sorry. That was out of line."

I turned to leave, but the next second, Wayne caught my wrist.

I turned around instinctively, and my breath caught. His Adam's apple bobbed visibly, and then he locked eyes with me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. He said firmly, "I'm single, Blaire. And I'm willing."

I froze for a second, my mind racing. 'He's not married?' I thought, confusion flooding through me. 'Did he and that fiancée have some kind of falling out? That doesn't make any sense.'

I glanced at him, and suddenly it all clicked. 'Wayne wants to use this fake marriage to make his fiancée jealous,' I realized. 'Push her into getting back together with him. That actually tracks.'

Perfect, because I needed him to put Ambrose in his place.

Ambrose thought I couldn't live without him, that I'd always come crawling back.

Well, I was about to prove he was dead wrong!

I looked up at Wayne and asked, "So we've got a deal?"

He gazed at me with an expression that seemed almost tender, something flickering in his eyes. He said quietly, "Yeah. We've got a deal."

Maybe I was imagining things, but Wayne looked genuinely happy about this arrangement.

I didn't dwell on it. Instead, I pulled out my phone and unblocked the contact I'd deleted three years ago, adding him back. Then I turned to leave.

But before I could take two steps, Wayne called out, "When are we getting the marriage license?"

I stopped in my tracks. I asked in disbelief, "We're actually going through with that?"

Wayne's voice was absolute. He said, "Of course. Without a marriage license, nobody's gonna believe we're really married."

He had a point.

I nodded and said, "Two days from now, then."

Wayne made a low sound of acknowledgment, and his gaze locked onto mine. "Blaire, I'll wait for you."

I nodded and left the exam room, heading straight to the reception desk to request a different doctor.

Even though we were about to enter a fake marriage, and Wayne would technically be my husband on paper, I couldn't let him be my attending physician for this procedure.

The whole situation felt too awkward.

I managed to switch doctors without any issues, but when I arrived at the surgical suite, the new physician approached me with an apologetic expression. "I'm so sorry, but something urgent just came up. Would you be okay with another doctor performing the procedure?"

I understood these things happened and nodded my agreement.

But the moment the surgery room door swung open, I froze completely.

The doctor walking in was Wayne.

My scalp prickled with panic, and my breathing turned shallow and rapid. The anesthesia was already coursing through my system, so it was too late to request yet another change. I could only watch helplessly as Wayne approached the examination table.

His fingers brushed against my perineum with a feather-light touch as he carefully examined the wound.

This was exactly how he used to touch me before we made love. His hands would explore me with that same deliberate gentleness until I was whimpering and begging him to stop the foreplay and just take me already.

God, I was pathetic.

I knew he had a fiancée waiting for him, but my body still responded to his touch like it always had.

Wayne's expression softened, and he spoke in that same soothing tone I remembered too well. "Don't be scared. I won't hurt you."

Those were the exact words he'd said our first time together.

The two moments overlapped in my mind, past and present blurring together until I could almost see that younger version of Wayne again, nervous but gentle, promising to be careful with me.

My heart hammered against my ribs, and I had to close my eyes to escape his gaze.

Thankfully, Wayne didn't say anything else and just stitched up my wound with careful, gentle hands.

The second the procedure ended, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I practically bolted from the table.

I could feel Wayne's gaze fixed on me, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to look back.

After leaving the operating room, I headed for the exit, ready to go home. But as I turned the corner, I caught two nurses whispering nearby. One of them asked, "What's the deal with Dr. Mendes and the patient in room 803? He actually requested to swap patients. That's never happened before. You know how many people have thrown money at him to be their surgeon? He's turned them all down. And now he's suddenly taking on someone else's patient out of the goodness of his heart?"

The other nurse replied, "No idea. But Dr. Mendes was really worried about the patient in 803. He made me use the best anesthesia, like he was terrified she'd feel any pain. I'm thinking... maybe she's someone special to him?"

Room 803. That was my room.

My lashes trembled, and something heavy settled in my chest. I shook my head slightly, denying what I'd just heard.

'No way,' I thought. 'Wayne can't still have feelings for me.'