Chapter 5: The Groom’s Shock
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The priest visibly relaxed.
“Ms. Lydia Harper, do you take Mr. Alexander Blackwood as your husband…”
Lydia didn’t hesitate.
“I do.”
“The ring symbolizes eternity,” the priest continued. “A promise of love and life shared together.”
“Please exchange rings.”
Alexander slid the ring onto her finger.
Then Lydia did the same.
Applause filled the church.
The ceremony was complete.
That night—
Lydia was escorted to their new home.
Blackwood Estate.
After a shower, she changed into a soft silk nightgown she had packed.
The wardrobe was filled with brand-new clothes. Every piece is stylish. Expensive.
She quietly dried her hair.
Then—
The door opened.
Two bodyguards entered, supporting Alexander.
“Madam,” one said respectfully, “the Master has had too much to drink. The matriarch asked you to look after him.”
“Alright,” Lydia replied.
They left.
She walked over and removed his shoes.
Leaning in to loosen his tie, a strong scent of alcohol hit her.
She frowned.
“How much did he drink…”
Taking a deep breath, she tried again.
Just then—
His eyes fluttered open. Blurry. Unfocused.
“You look… beautiful tonight…”
Lydia paused. A faint smile touched her lips.
But the next second—
“Nora… marrying you… I’m the happiest man alive…”
Her smile froze.
Cold ice spread through her veins.
His face flushed, gaze unfocused.
He leaned toward her slowly. Mistaking her for someone else.
Lydia’s eyes widened.
“Are you serious right now?”
Her voice turned sharp and cold.
“You just called me by the wrong name—and now you think this is okay?”
She pushed at his face, trying to stop him.
But his strength was overwhelming. She was losing ground.
Panic rose.
Her hand reached blindly—and grabbed the table lamp.
Without thinking, she swung it down.
Thud.
Alexander collapsed instantly. Out cold.
His full weight fell against her.
Silence.
Lydia pushed him aside with effort, breathing unevenly.
Then she let out a short, cold laugh.
“Calling another woman’s name on your wedding night?”
“Serves you right.”
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