The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 112

After seven years of their handfasting, Ethan Ferrers inherited everything from his deceased brother.

Including his widowed sister-in-law, Victoria.

Every time, after spending night with Victoria, he would hold me close and whisper reassuringly:

"Freya, just wait a little longer. Once Victoria gets pregnant, we'll have our wedding ceremony!"

This was the only requirement from his family for him to inherit the Ferrers estate.

In the six months since returning to Scotland, Ethan had sexed with Victoria 52 times.

What started as once a month quickly escalated to every other day.

Finally, after the 52nd time sitting alone until dawn, news came that Victoria was pregnant.

But along with it came the announcement of Ethan and Victoria's wedding.

"Mommy, is someone getting married?" my son asked innocently.

I stared numbly at the wedding decorations filling the house—white ribbons and flower arrangements—as I pulled my confused little boy into my arms:

"Yes, sweetheart. Daddy is marrying someone he loves, which means we need to move out."

Ethan followed the tradition of our Scottish Gwendolyn family, we practiced the ancient tradition of handfasting—a binding commitment where couples join hands in a ceremony, their union sealed with ribbons for a year.

Then we could formalize our union permanently or part ways with no stigma.

We believed the heart's promise was more sacred than any legal document.

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After putting my son to bed, I opened my phone to book a flight back to Scotland.

Unfortunately, with Christmas’ Day weekend just ending, the post-holiday travel rush was in full swing. The earliest flight I could book was seven days away.

I stared at the date on the ticket, feeling a strange numbness.

February 14th—Valentine's Day, and also the seventh anniversary of our dating.

With a bitter smile, I thought how perfectly symmetrical it was—our story would end on the same day it had begun.

A strong rose perfume suddenly enveloped me from behind as Ethan's gentle voice came from above:

"What are you looking at?"

I turned off my phone screen subliminally. "Just The Herald Tribune."

In just six months, Victoria's rose perfume had practically soaked into Ethan's skin.

I pushed him away with disgust.

"Go take a shower before talking to me."

Ethan sniffed himself, looking slightly embarrassed as he released me.

"Alr..Alright... I've been neglecting you lately, my fault. I won't stay with Vicky these days any more."