All Chapters of After My Groom Betrayed Me, I Took His Best Man: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RYAN"What could be the issue here?" I rubbed my temples in frustration."We were just good a couple of weeks ago and suddenly, she has a whole wall up again, higher this time." I threw at my reflection in the mirror as I tried to catch my breath from the run I had to do to get back to the house."I have listened to her, tried to amend things over the past three weeks yet nothing!" I threw myself on the bed, taking in a sharp breath of air.Or was I missing something?I had taken care of Owen and the report, which leaves me with mum.I sighed, my eyes landing on the picture of I, Susan and Mum at Disneyland. Maybe she was right, and maybe that was the last misunderstanding I had to resolve.I grabbed my phone and dialed mum's number immediately before I changed my mind.She picked up on the second ring, her voice sharp and formal, as it always was. "Ryan, Is everything alright? You never call this early unless it's an emergency."I took a deep breath, pushing the frustration with Elo

ELOWEN"Shit." I muttered under my breath, the giggle hooked in my throat and the hairs on my up in attention as I flinched.I gasped, the album nearly falling from my hands, and spun around on the bed.Standing in the doorway, his travel bag still over his shoulder, wearing the exact clothes he had left in three days ago, was Ryan. His eyes were wide, a look of slight shock and confusion mixed with something that looked suspiciously like relief etched on his face, he had come home early.I just sat there, frozen, the ridiculous picture of him placed on my lap, feeling my cheeks instantly flush bright red with embarrassment at being caught in his private room."Yeah..." My voice trailed as I tucked the picture back in and shut the album almost immediately. I shot up from the bed and returned the album to the desk I had found it, lingering for a while as I tried to muster up the courage to either tell the truth or come up with a lie."And you're... you're back?" I asked rhetorically,

ELOWEN"Those sure are a lot of bags for just four days, Gattina." He chuckled as he hopped into the car next to me, buckling in."A lady has to be prepared for any and every situation," I defended myself and gave a light chuckle as well.I couldn't deny how happy I was to see him beaming with joy as he ignited the engine, putting it into drive and pulling away from the garage and the house.I had found out from the brochure that it was a cruise trip. I had always wanted to be on a cruise, and I was so happy I had agreed to this.Just four days... away from the house, from work, cruising on a ship... with Ryan."I remember you like Adele, right?" His voice cut through my thoughts, bringing back to the reality of where I was and where we were headed."Ye—yes, yes I do." I stammered, flashing him a small smile as I averted his gaze by staring outside the wound window.As the song came on, I couldn't help the feeling that maybe Ryan was my soulmate that got mixed up somewhere in the equa

ELOWEN"Owen, what are you... doing here?" I stammered as I stumbled back, trying to swallow the lump in my throat."What do you mean what am I doing here?" He chuckled nervously, running his hand through his hair."This is a business cruise, for businessmen, I think I have every right to be here, El." He replied, taking a slow, deliberate step towards me and I took one back."Oh—" he paused, a quiet chuckle turned laughter rocking his form. I frowned in confusion as I watched him."Whats so funny?" I asked, irritation in my tone."You don't think I should be here?" He asked, his head snapping up.I flinched, taking another slow step backwards.I definitely didn't expect you to be here, I prayed that you wouldn't be here."You of all people don't see me as useful anymore?" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, my jaw clenching as I swallowed, my eyes set on his every movement."Why would I think that?" I asked quickly, my voice a bit shaky."Because you think I'm worthless just like the

ELOWEN"I ran away, why did I run away?" I ran a hand through my hair, guilt running through me.Guilt that I had left Ryan to beat Owen to a pulp on the ship's desk. What was I thinking?I should have helped, maybe called for help, done something but definitely not, run away.I feel so stupid.I slammed the empty shot cup on the table, waving my hand in the air for the bartender to pour me another."Rough day huh?!" I turned around to identify the voice, my eyes landing on the dim figure seated next to me."Yeah, a pretty long ass one!" I chuckled, lifting the shit glass to my lips, shutting my eyes as I let it slowly burn my throat."Wanna talk about it?!" Her voice laced with a thick British accent came again through the slightly loud music behind us."Nah, I think I'm good!" I sighed, running my hands over my face in frustration.Owen keeps following me everywhere I go and wouldn't let me be, Ryan keeps confusing the fuck out of me.My life is a mess.How could I have ended up w