The Dead Fiancé's Return: Too Late, She's His Uncle's Wife Now novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A week later, the wedding proceeded as planned.

My daughter had been especially clingy that morning, so by the time I arrived at the hotel, the cerem had already reached the ring exchange.

Ronan, who had been anxiously checking the entrance every few seconds, visibly relaxed when our e met as I slipped in at the back.

A smug smile crossed his lips. When the minister asked if he would take Sylvia as his wife, he deliberat paused for dramatic effect.

But when I simply stood there sipping champagne like I was at any ordinary cocktail party, his expression darkened considerably.

Without warning, someone shoved me hard from behind.

Caught off guard, I crashed directly into the drinks table.

The elaborate champagne tower came crashing down with a deafening shatter.

Glass fragments and alcohol drenched me as blood trickled from my forehead, blurring my vision. Through the haze, I caught Ronan taking two urgent steps toward me before Sylvia rushed forward first

She grabbed my arm with surprising strength, her face contorting with theatrical distress, tears streaming perfectly down her cheeks.

“Sister, I kindly invited you to my wedding, and this is how you repay me? By causing a scene?” she wailed for everyone to hear. “I know you’re eaten up with jealousy that Ronan only loves me now. You can slap me, scream at me–but why destroy my special day? Can’t you stand seeing me happy for once?”

Sylvia’s grip was painfully tight, her dagger–like nails digging into my flesh. When I instinctively tried to free myself, she suddenly screamed and threw herself backward like a soccer player faking a foul.

in the next instant, a powerful force violently shoved me aside.

My ankle twisted painfully in my heels, making me gasp.

Looking up, I met Ronan’s furious glare. “Are you some kind of psycho ex? I don’t even remember you, yet you’re still throwing yourself at ine. I’ve never seen anyone so desperate. Apologize to Sul-

now!”

The wedding

Chapter 4

against me to score points with Ronan.

“Have some self–respect! He doesn’t even remember you, yet you’re still clinging to him like some pathetic groupie. How desperate can you get?”

“Ruining someone’s wedding? Can’t stand seeing your own sister happy? You’re truly toxic. Ronan dodged a bullet not marrying you.”

Sylvia clung to Ronan’s chest, her trembling finger pointing at my hand. “Sister, I told you Uncle Calix would be here today. How dare you wear that fake ‘Eternal Love‘ ring? Are you pretending to love Ronan

while trying to seduce his uncle?”

This immediately drew everyone’s attention to my ring.

Someone loudly announced, “I heard about a woman who showed up pregnant at the Quinn estate, claiming the baby was Calix’s. Mrs. Quinn simply removed her ‘Eternal Love‘ ring for one day, and the next day, that woman turned up in some human trafficking ring in London, wearing a collar with all four limbs amputated.”

Hearing this, Ronan’s face turned stone cold.

Sylvia looked up at him with mock concern. “Babe, with all these witnesses here… before your uncle arrives, we should do something about my sister’s hands.”

After a moment of hesitation, Ronan picked up a steak knife from the table.

I backed away, but his friends quickly surrounded me.

“Ronan, if you touch me, Calix will end you,” I warned.

“Give it up, sister,” Sylvia sighed dramatically. “You have no idea how ruthless Uncle Calix can be. When he deals with you, it won’t just be your hands. Ronan only wants your hands–he’s being merciful because you were once his fiancée.”

Ronan approached me, a flash of reluctance crossing his eyes. “I’ll make it quick.”

His friends forced my hand down on the table, and pure terror washed over me.

My face drained of color as I screamed, “Stop! My husband IS Calix Quinn!”

Everyone looked at me like I belonged in a psych ward.

Ronan knelt beside me. “Look, I get that you’re obsessed with me and would say anything for attention. But these delusions have to stop. Even without hands, I won’t abandon you.”

With that, he brought the knife down.

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