I Stayed Widowed for 30 Years, Only for My Dead Husband to Resurrect with My Bestie Chapter 02
Arthur stood there in nothing but a towel, hickeys marking his neck. He was trying very hard to look calm.
I folded my arms and turned to Oliver with a tight smile.
“Didn’t you say Arthur was waiting for me outside?”
Oliver wouldn’t look at me. “He… he was outside, Audrey. I swear. I don’t know when he came in here.”
Arthur’s eyes swept past me to the crowd behind me. He snatched a shirt off the chair and yanked it on, then turned on me. “The wedding starts in twenty minutes, Audrey. You kicked down a door to what? Make a scene?”
The comments streamed past.
[The ML’s AUDACITY omg he hid her right under the villainess’s nose AND flipped it on her?? absolute legend]
[Wait am I the only one wondering where the ML hid the FL??]
[As long as the villainess doesn’t find out it’s all good lol]
I walked to the wardrobe and threw it open. She was inside, clothes half undone, frozen in place.
I gasped, slow, exaggerated, and loud enough for the back row. “Chloe? What are you… you two…”
Chloe stared back at me, frozen. The camera flashes made her look even more fragile, wide-eyed, trembling, the picture of wounded innocence. I couldn’t have pulled that off in either lifetime. No wonder Arthur couldn’t stay away from her.
I walked toward them. Slowly. Deliberately. My heels rang against the marble, and Arthur flinched with every step.
The comments went silent. Then they exploded.
[Is the villainess INSANE?? Doesn’t she want to marry the ML??]
[Literally!! The ML gave her an out and she’s choosing chaos instead]
[She’s really forcing him to choose?? The ML is obviously picking the FL she’s going to lose SO hard]
Nobody moved.
Kevin coughed, then muttered, loud enough for the whole room. “What kind of groom pulls this? Gives the rest of us guys a bad name.”
That broke the dam. Voices piled on. “The bride’s gorgeous. What the hell is wrong with him?”
“Hooking up in the bridal suite on your own wedding day? Unreal.”
Arthur’s jaw was clenched, his eyes on the floor. But his arm was around Chloe, pulling her behind him.
“Audrey, just… let me explain.”
Arthur’s parents pushed through the crowd. His mother grabbed his arm, her voice bright with forced calm. “Arthur, sweetheart, this is all just a misunderstanding, isn’t it?”
“Whatever’s going on, you two can sort it out after the ceremony. In private. There’s no reason to air your dirty laundry in front of everyone.”
Arthur said nothing. Chloe’s legs buckled, and she crumpled to the floor, sobbing.
She grabbed my hands, tears streaming, still gorgeous even while sobbing. “Audrey, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never should’ve gone near Arthur.”
“It was all me. Arthur didn’t do anything wrong. Please don’t blame him.”
Chloe had been there through all of it, every fight, every rough patch, every time Arthur and I almost didn’t make it. She knew our history better than anyone.
I knelt down and grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to mine. Then I slapped her. Hard enough that Arthur flinched.
“You knew everything we went through. Every single thing. And you still did this.”
“You knew what today meant to me. And you slept with him here, in my bridal suite, on my wedding day.”
“Don’t ever call yourself my friend again. You make me sick.”
Chloe’s hand flew to her cheek. Her eyes darted to Arthur, begging him to step in.
I met Arthur’s eyes. The fury in them didn’t touch me. “We’re done, Arthur. It’s over.”
Arthur’s eyes turned glassy. He lunged forward, desperately grabbing my arm. “Audrey… please. One more chance. I know I screwed up. Please.”
Arthur’s mother turned on me, face burning. “Audrey, men make mistakes. It was just a moment of weakness! Are you really going to blow up your wedding over this?”
I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a response. I turned and walked toward the door without looking back.
Arthur snapped. He shoved past me, sprinted out of the room, down the hall, and out the front doors. Moments later, the screech of tires echoed from the street.
By the time we ran outside, he was on the asphalt, blood pooling beneath him.
