Mrs. Evelyn Ethan Reeds
1418 Words
*TWO WEEKS LATER.*
The most anticipated day of Ethan's life had finally arrived — the day he married his fiancée, Evelyn.
The church was packed with powerful guests: celebrities, CEOs, and high-profile dignitaries all gathered to witness the union of two elite families. Media outlets from across the country flooded the venue, capturing every moment. On social media, the wedding trended instantly, topping charts as *“the event of the decade.”*
*The eldest son of the Reeds family and CEO of Apex Motor Works was getting married to the daughter of the Hayes family.*
It was the wedding of the century.
And as Ethan stood at the altar, eyes locked on the grand entrance, he could hardly contain his emotions. Who would have thought that a chance conversation at the Eiffel Tower would bring him here — about to wed the woman he had once lied to and now couldn’t imagine his life without?
The church fell into silence.
The choir began to sing, the soft melody floating through the air as the double doors swung open.
Evelyn stepped in.
Clad in a breathtaking custom-made gown, veil cascading gracefully down her shoulders, and bouquet in hand, she was led down the aisle by her little bride and groom. She looked like a dream — a vision of elegance and grace.
Ethan’s throat tightened. His eyes welled with tears. He didn’t bother hiding it. This was his moment — their moment.
As she reached the altar, he stepped forward and helped her up the last step. They smiled at each other, silently exchanging a thousand words in that single glance.
Evelyn had dreamed of this day. She only wished her mother were alive to see it. But her father had made it home in time, returning from a business trip just for this occasion. That was enough.
The officiating pastor's voice boomed through the microphone.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the coming together of two souls…”
But neither Evelyn nor Ethan heard much after that. They were lost in each other.
They were brought back from their trance when they exchanged vows.
And finally, the moment they'd been waiting for came.
As Ethan slipped the ring onto Evelyn’s finger, his heart nearly burst. She was his — officially, completely, undeniably his.
The couple exchanged rings. And then they kissed — a soft, tender kiss that sealed the deal.
With the ceremony complete, they signed the marriage certificates, posed for pictures, accepted gifts, and headed to their reception, held at one of the city’s most luxurious venues.
****
*8:02pm., THE CRIMSON HOTEL.*
The reception was over. The lights had dimmed. The guests had gone. The couple had retired to their suite at the luxurious Crimson Hotel, where rose petals lined the floor and candles cast soft glows across the room.
Evelyn sat on the bed, dressed in a silky nightgown and matching robe. She stared at the door, waiting for Ethan.
The moment felt surreal.
She had come into this marriage with revenge in her heart… yet somehow, somewhere along the line, genuine feelings crept in. She didn’t love Ethan as deeply as he loved her — not yet — but it was there. Real, warm… confusing.
But she wasn’t ready.
Not for that.
The sound of the door opening jolted her. Ethan walked in, still wearing his tux, and flashed her a soft smile as he approached.
He sat beside her, reaching out to gently caress her face before pulling her into a warm embrace.
“My dear wife,” he said softly, “what's bothering you?”
She inhaled his scent and sighed. “Nothing…”
He pulled back slightly, meeting her eyes. “Evelyn, I know you. Tell me the truth.”
She lowered her gaze, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks. “I… I just don’t know how to say it.”
Ethan chuckled. “Are you shy, Mrs. Reeds?”
Still no answer, just a nervous fumble of her fingers against the hem of her robe.
“Let me guess,” he offered. “You’re not ready… to consummate our marriage?”
Evelyn’s eyes widened. “How did you know?”
He grinned. “It’s written all over your face.”
Evelyn reached for his hand, squeezing it. “I’m sorry if I disappointed you…”
But Ethan pressed a finger gently to her lips.
“No need to apologize. I understand, Evelyn. Truly. You’ve been through so much. You need time and I’m here for you. I won’t rush you. I’ll never force you and it doesn't make me love you less or see you as a disappointment.”
Relieved, Evelyn exhaled. “Thank you for understanding, Ethan. The past few weeks have been chaotic. I’m still trying to breathe.”
“I get it,” he said. “And whenever you're ready… I’ll be right here. You just have to say it.”
She hugged him tightly and the weight of her body made them tumble back onto the bed, with Evelyn landing on top of him.
“Thank you, Ethan. You don’t know what this means to me.”
“Hm. Enough with the thank-yous,” he teased. “But… we can still kiss, right? Mrs. Evelyn Ethan Reeds?”
She grinned. “Of course, Mr. Ethan Reeds, my husband.”
His hands slid to her waist. “Say that again. I love how it sounds.”
“What? Mr. Ethan Reeds?”
He leaned in, his voice husky. “No… the second part.”
She giggled. “My husband.”
He kissed her earlobe. “Again…”
“My husband. My man.”
And that was all the invitation he needed. Ethan captured her lips in a passionate kiss — deep, slow, intoxicating. Their tongues danced and their bodies pulled closer.
Evelyn moaned softly, fingers buried in his brown-styled hair, making it messy, as he flipped her beneath him, gripping her waist harder.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her, smiling.
“You, dear wife… are trouble.”
“It was just a tease gone wrong,” she replied playfully.
“So you were teasing me, hmm? Now what do I do about my growing demands?”
“I read somewhere that cold showers work wonders,” she smirked.
Ethan groaned. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Just a little longer.”
Ethan nodded. “I’ll survive. I could use that shower anyway.”
He kissed her one last time before slipping off the bed and heading to the bathroom.
Evelyn laughed as she fluffed the pillows and slid under the covers, her heart light for the first time in a long time.
****
Ethan returned, hair damp, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants. He climbed into bed and pulled Evelyn into his arms, tucking her close. His head nuzzled into her neck as he trailed soft kisses along her shoulder.
“We should visit your parents soon,” Evelyn whispered.
Ethan sighed against her skin. “Do we have to?”
“Just for breakfast. A farewell before we leave for our honeymoon.”
He paused. “Alright. When?”
“In… three days.”
“Fine,” he said, clearly reluctant. “I’ll let them know.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, my dear wife. And in return… you get to pick our honeymoon destination.”
Evelyn blinked. “Really?”
“Anywhere in the world.”
“I haven’t traveled much, but... Tokyo. I always wanted to go. You remember?”
“I remember,” he said. “I stopped you from leaving because I didn’t want to lose you. I said, ‘You might just end up being my wife.’ And look where we are.”
She chuckled. “You manifested this. How did you even know I was going to say yes?”
“A man just knows. So it’s settled. Tokyo it is. We’ll visit my parents in three days, then head straight to the airport.”
“Perfect.”
“Now sleep,” Ethan murmured. “It’s been one hell of a day.”
He turned off the light, plunging the room into gentle darkness. They curled into each other, arms and legs tangled, breaths soft and synced.
And soon, they drifted into slumber, smiling in their sleep.
But happiness is a fragile thing.
Will it last?
Only time will tell.
- Writer
