Chapter 2

In the end, Tiffany signed a contract.

With our friends as witnesses, she promised to keep her distance from Justin and never do anything that crossed the line ever again. Only then did I agree to continue the wedding ceremony.

We had just got into our wedding car when her phone started ringing.

The words "Husband A" flashed on the screen.

"I'll wait for you in the dressing room in the hotel. I haven't forgotten the promise that I made to you last night. I'll personally put on your veil for you and send you down the aisle."

I snatched Tiffany's phone from her and swiftly unlocked it.

Two names were pinned to the top of her chat.

One of them was "Husband A", and the other one was "Husband B".

After looking at the profile pictures, I immediately recognized that "Husband A" was Justin, and I was "Husband B".

I thought about how, when Tiffany and I had just become a couple, she had sweetly said, "I'm going to change your nickname in my phone to 'Husband.' That way, I'll immediately know that it's you whenever you text me!"

I never would have guessed that she could split her heart in two and give each half to a different person.

I pointed the phone screen at Tiffany and asked, "What's his name?"

"I changed his name when we were playing a game earlier," Tiffany answered guiltily. "I just forgot to change it back. I'm sorry. I'll change it right now."

I moved my hand out of the way when she tried to snatch the phone from me.

"I asked you a question," I said. "What's his name?"

"Justin Winston…"

"Well, it seems that you still remember his name," I sneered, throwing the phone at her. "I was wondering when the childhood friend I had known for the past 12 years changed his name to 'Husband'."

The color immediately drained from Tiffany's face. She swiftly blocked Justin's number right in front of me and also exited the group chats with her toxic friends. She then handed me the phone of her own volition, letting me check it.

I didn't look through her phone. Instead, I kept my eyes on the scenery outside and calmly said, "You've just used your second chance. If you don't clean up your act, Tiffany, there are plenty of people waiting to fill the position of Mrs. Heaton."

Silence descended upon the car.

…

I got out of the car first when it slowed to a stop in front of the wedding venue.

Mom had somehow caught wind of the rumors. She glanced between us and asked, "Why the long faces on what's supposed to be a happy occasion? I'm guessing that the rumors are true. Did someone cause trouble when you picked Tiffany up?"

I didn't say a single word. On the contrary, Tiffany was the one who began explaining the situation of her own accord.

"No. It's my fault for being so forgetful. Nate's just upset because I nearly delayed the ceremony."

I hummed in response.

I wasn't bothered enough to find out whether Tiffany was actually behaving herself or just putting on an act. After all, I had chosen her to be my marriage partner in the first place because she didn't carry herself with the delicate demeanor like the other socialites.

The Heatons were an esteemed family with a successful business. I just needed my future wife to be obedient and follow the rules.

It was why I agreed to invest in Bastion Group when they asked. I also allowed them to use my reputation to act arrogantly among the city's elites.

However, Mom wasn't as easy to fool.

She froze all of Justin's cards on the spot and announced that he and the Heaton family would have nothing to do with each other from that day on.

Besides, Justin was just the son of the Heaton family's driver.

When the Heatons were embroiled in a family feud, one of my uncles, Kenneth Heaton, sabotaged Dad's car.

During a critical moment, Justin's father, Elias Winston, sacrificed his life to keep Dad safe.

To show his gratitude for Elias' sacrifice, Dad allowed Justin, who had lost both his parents when he was only eight years old, to stay with the Heaton family. It was why we grew up together.

However, it seemed that Justin had forgotten his roots since he was foolishly trying to challenge me.