My Wedding, My Choice novel Chapter 7

Oh.

That was even worse.

The next day, I flew to Auckland to handle the inheritance paperwork.

Everything went smoothly, and as soon as the funds hit my account, I paid off all my debts.

Debt-free at last. The weight I'd been carrying for so long finally lifted off my chest.

When I landed back home, Chester insisted on picking me up from the airport.

"Come on, babe, it's late. What if that scumbag shows up at your place again?"

I knew arguing with him was pointless, so I let him.

Sure enough, when we pulled up to my apartment, Elliot was there.

He looked awful-dark circles under his eyes, hair disheveled from the night breeze, and a layer of stubble on his jaw.

The polished, arrogant man I once knew was nowhere to be seen.

His eyes lit up the second he saw me, and he hurried over-only to freeze when he noticed Chester by my side.

"Alyssa! You're with him again? You actually think he's a good guy?"

I had no idea how he found out about the inheritance and my deal with Chester.

He jabbed a finger toward Chester, seething.

"Do you really believe a guy like him would marry you for a measly ten grand?"

"Alyssa, he's playing you! There's no way he doesn't have an ulterior motive."

Chester stiffened, something flickering in his eyes.

I reached for his hand, giving his palm a reassuring squeeze.

My voice was steady.

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