บททั้งหมดของ His City Hall Bride, His Cathedral Wedding: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

Almost at the same moment, Sophia Rossi posted a photo on Instagram.In it, two hands were clasped together. The man's hand wore the black-and-gold Moretti signet ring. On the woman's ring finger was a diamond band. Framed by the shape of their interlocked hands were a seven-week ultrasound and a freshly stamped marriage certificate.The caption was only one sentence:[He said he'd give us a home.]The comments exploded almost instantly."Finally happened, Mrs. Moretti.""See you tomorrow. Got your wedding gift ready.""You two were always meant to end up together."Not one person mentioned me.As if the woman standing in the church tomorrow had never been meant to be me at all.I looked at the picture and, to my own surprise, smiled. Then I tapped the heart, left a comment, and wrote:[Wishing you a lifetime of happiness.]It disappeared in under ten seconds.Right after that, Luca called.The second I answered, I heard the edge in his voice. "Evelyn, what the hell are you doing?"I l

Before noon, I went back to the brownstone in Brooklyn.Luca had bought it for us as our future home.The whole place had been renovated to my taste. Old New York film posters in the dining room. Deep walnut built-ins in the study. A second-floor terrace with a partial view of the Manhattan Bridge. At the end of the entry hall stood the silver-framed engagement portrait we'd taken just last month, our wedding invitation still tucked into the corner of the frame.Now every inch of it felt like a joke.I packed the last of my things into a twenty-eight-inch suitcase. I had just dragged it to the door when the front entrance swung open from the outside.Luca came in first, wrapped in a black cashmere overcoat with rain still clinging to his shoulders. Sophia followed behind him in a cream wool wrap, one hand resting on her flat stomach the way some women touch a crown.The second Luca saw my suitcase, his expression darkened."Where are you going?"He had barely finished the question when

“She canceled everything herself,” the woman replied, her voice growing more cautious. “The cathedral, the hotel, the flowers, the cars. She confirmed every arrangement in person and settled the remaining balance. We were told the wedding would not be taking place.”The room went dead silent.Luca’s fingers tightened around the phone.After the call ended, he dialed my number.No answer.He called again.Still nothing.After dozens of unanswered calls, Luca finally convinced himself I was only making a scene.“She’ll come back,” he said at last, his voice cold and impatient. “She’s angry. Let her calm down for a day.”In his mind, I had loved him for eight years, given up too much for him, and built too much of my life around him to leave for real. Canceling the wedding was just my way of forcing him to choose, of punishing him for humiliating me, of making him come after me first.So he did not look for me immediately.He only told people to keep quiet, to hold the press back, and to

The video was security footage from the brownstone in Brooklyn. It showed that I had never touched Sophia. She had grabbed my hand and thrown herself backward onto the broken glass entirely on her own.Luca could take no more. As Sophia tried to throw herself at him again, he shoved her away hard and bit out a single word: “Leave.”Sophia froze under his icy stare, then broke into heaving sobs. “Luca, I only did it because I love you! When we were kids, you said you’d marry me when we grew up! But you broke your promise and fell for someone else! ”She paused for a while, then continued:“I never meant to come between you, but you came every time I called. If you didn’t have feelings for me, why would you do all that? You gave me hope! That night you got drunk and we slept together. That’s why I came up with this plan!”Luca closed his eyes, pain etched across his face. “I didn’t! I helped you out of respect for your father, who died for the Morettis! And that night! I was blacko