All Chapters of Divorced on Our Wedding Night: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

161 Chapters

Chapter 1: The Papers on the Table

The crystal chandeliers above the ballroom glowed like a thousand captured stars, casting warm gold light over silk gowns, tailored suits, and champagne flutes raised in celebration.It was supposed to be perfect.My wedding night.I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bridal suite, my fingers trembling slightly as I smoothed them over the lace of my dress. The fabric was soft, delicate hand-stitched in Paris, my mother had said, as if luxury could somehow guarantee happiness.The woman staring back at me looked unreal.Wide eyes. Soft makeup. A pearl comb pinned into loose waves.A bride.Avelyn Blackridge.The name still felt strange in my head, but not unpleasant. I had practiced it quietly for weeks, whispering it when I was alone. I wanted to grow into it. I wanted the life it promised.“Mrs. Blackridge,” my best friend Naomi said softly behind me, smiling as she adjusted my veil. “You did it. You married the most powerful man in the city.”I smiled, though my ch

Chapter 2: The Bride Who Walked Away

The ballroom doors opened to applause.Warm light spilled over me, blinding and unreal, as hundreds of faces turned in my direction. Smiles. Curiosity. Celebration. Someone began clapping harder, assuming the bride had come back to rejoin the party.I stood there, frozen.Still in my wedding dress.Still wearing the diamond ring on my finger.Already divorced.“Look, it’s the bride!” someone laughed.My feet felt heavy as stone, but I forced myself forward. Every step echoed too loudly on the polished marble floor, each one carrying me deeper into a lie I could no longer breathe inside.I searched the room instinctively.Cassian was already gone.The seat beside his mother was empty. His glass untouched. Not a single sign that the groom had ever been here to celebrate anything at all.Of course.Whispers followed me as I passed tables.“Did something happen?”“Why does she look so pale?”“Where’s Cassian?”I lifted my chin.If I was going to fall apart, it wouldn’t be here. Not in fro

Chapter 3: Silence After the Vows

Cassian Blackridge hated disorder.He hated loose ends, unanswered questions, and anything that couldn’t be reduced to a clean decision. That was why he was sitting alone in the back seat of his car, jacket folded neatly beside him, tie removed with methodical care while his wedding reception continued without him.It was handled.The papers were signed.The outcome finalized.The situation resolved.So why did his chest feel tight?The city lights streaked past the window as the driver navigated through the streets. Cassian leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes briefly.Avelyn’s face surfaced in his mind without permission.Not crying.Not begging.Calm.That was what unsettled him the most.He had expected anger. Tears. Accusations. Some kind of emotional display that would justify his decision, remind him why this marriage could never work.Instead, she had looked at him with quiet resignation as if something fragile inside her had simply… switched off.“You’ll

Chapter 4: The Night After Goodbye

Naomi’s apartment smelled like lavender and clean cotton safe, familiar, nothing like the marble-and-glass mansion I had just walked away from.She handed me a glass of water and guided me gently to the couch, as if I might shatter if she let go.“Drink,” she said softly.I obeyed, though my hands were still trembling.Only when the door closed behind us and the city noise faded into the background did the truth finally sink in.I was no longer married.No worse.I had been married and discarded within the same night.Naomi sat beside me, watching carefully. “Do you want to talk?”I stared at the wall opposite us, my reflection faint in the darkened television screen. A woman in a wedding dress, makeup smudged, eyes hollow.“I don’t know how,” I said honestly.Silence settled between us not uncomfortable, just heavy.After a moment, Naomi stood. “I’ll get you something to change into. And wipes. And ice cream. In that order.”I almost smiled.She returned with an oversized T-shirt and

Chapter 5: The Morning After

Morning light crept through the curtains like an intruder, soft and indifferent, as if nothing monumental had happened the night before.I lay still on Naomi’s couch, staring at the ceiling, listening to the slow rhythm of my own breathing.For a brief, fragile second, I forgot.Then memory crashed back in.The ballroom.The papers.Cassian’s voice cool, final.I closed my eyes.Naomi stirred from the armchair. “You’re awake.”“So are regrets,” I murmured.She gave a tired half-smile and stood, stretching. “I’ll make coffee. Strong. No questions asked.”I sat up slowly, the dull ache in my abdomen still present but quieter now, like it had retreated just enough to be ignored.In the kitchen, the coffee machine whirred. The normalcy of the sound felt wrong.My phone buzzed on the table.Once.Twice.Then again.Unknown number.I stared at the screen, my pulse quickening.Naomi followed my gaze. “Are you going to answer?”I shook my head. “I don’t want to hear his voice.”The buzzing st

Chapter 6: Cracks in the Glass

Cassian Blackridge’s morning began the way most of his mornings did with silence, control, and a neatly organized schedule projected onto the glass screen in his study.At precisely eight o’clock, his assistant’s voice came through the intercom.“Sir, the board has requested an emergency briefing.”Cassian didn’t look up from his tablet. “Schedule it for noon.”There was a pause. “They’re already gathered.”That got his attention.Cassian set the tablet down slowly. “Why?”Another pause shorter, tighter.“Photos from last night are circulating,” his assistant said. “You left your own wedding reception. Alone.”Cassian’s jaw tightened.“Anything else?” he asked.“Yes, sir. Mrs. Blackridge”The word scraped.“did not return to the residence. Several outlets are reporting that the bride was seen leaving the venue in tears.”Cassian stood.The glass wall shifted as he paced toward the window, the city stretching beneath him his kingdom, orderly and obedient.“How bad?” he asked.“Public s

Chapter 7: Drawing the First Line

The law office was smaller than I expected.No glass walls. No intimidating marble floors. Just clean wood, warm light, and shelves filled with books that looked used not decorative. It smelled faintly of coffee and paper.I liked it immediately.Gideon Price’s name had been on the letter, but the receptionist ushered me into a different office.“Ms. Cross,” she said gently. “Mr. Hale will see you now.”Ms. Cross.Not Mrs. Blackridge.The name felt like oxygen.Inside, the man behind the desk stood. He was in his early forties, sharp-eyed but not severe, wearing a plain navy suit without the flash Cassian favored.“Ms. Cross,” he said, shaking my hand. “I’m Aaron Hale. I understand you’re seeking independent counsel.”“Yes,” I replied. “And confidentiality.”He nodded once. “That’s standard. Have a seat.”I did.For the first time since the wedding, I told the story out loud from the papers on the table to the ring left behind. I didn’t embellish. I didn’t soften it either.Aaron list

Chapter 8: Stepping Into Daylight

Monday morning came faster than I expected.I stood in front of Naomi’s bathroom mirror, smoothing the front of a simple navy dress. No lace. No diamonds. No symbols of someone else’s expectations.Just me.“You look like yourself again,” Naomi said from the doorway, coffee in hand.I met my own reflection. Tired, yes but steadier. Grounded.“I forgot what that felt like,” I admitted.The building that housed Dr. Helena Moore’s firm was older than Cassian’s towers brick instead of glass, history instead of intimidation. As I stepped inside, nerves fluttered in my stomach, but beneath them was something else.Excitement.“Ms. Cross,” the receptionist greeted warmly. “Welcome back.”Back.The word wrapped around me like a promise.Dr. Moore embraced me briefly in her office, her eyes sharp and kind as always. “You look stronger than the last time I saw you.”“I had to learn the hard way,” I said honestly.She smiled. “Those lessons tend to stick.”The work was demanding, familiar, and d

Chapter 9: The Weight of a Name

The first time I saw my wedding photo trending online, I didn’t cry.I stared.The image had been cropped strategically. Cassian stood tall, immaculate in his tailored tuxedo. I stood beside him, smiling softly, unaware of what was waiting for me at the end of the aisle.The headline read:BLACKRIDGE WEDDING ENDS IN MYSTERY — BRIDE VANISHES HOURS AFTER CEREMONYMystery.Such a gentle word for humiliation.Naomi was the one who found it.“I tried to keep it from you,” she admitted, sitting beside me on the couch, her laptop open. “But it’s everywhere.”I scrolled silently.Speculation.Rumors.Anonymous “sources.”Some claimed I’d had a breakdown. Others hinted at infidelity mine or his. A few suggested the marriage had been a business merger gone wrong.No one knew the truth.And for once, that worked in my favor.“Say something,” Naomi said gently.I closed the laptop.“Let them guess.”She frowned. “That’s it?”“Yes.”Because explaining myself to strangers felt strangely similar to

Chapter 10: The Woman in Silver

The Blackridge Foundation Banquet was held in the Grand Meridian Hall where ceilings stretched high enough to swallow sound and chandeliers dripped crystal like frozen rain.I hadn’t been back since the wedding.This time, I arrived alone.The silver gown Naomi insisted on buying clung to me in quiet elegance no dramatic train, no bridal softness. My hair fell in smooth waves down my back, makeup subtle but deliberate. I didn’t look like a discarded bride.I looked composed.Power didn’t have to be loud.As the car door opened, camera flashes erupted immediately.“Ms. Cross!”“Avelyn! Over here!”“Are the divorce rumors true?”My pulse fluttered, but I didn’t hesitate. I stepped forward with steady grace, offering a small, controlled smile.No comments. No explanations.Let them wonder.Inside the hall, conversations dipped.Heads turned.The effect was immediate and undeniable.I saw it in their eyes.They hadn’t expected me to show up.At the far end of the room, Cassian stood among

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