All Chapters of He Chose Her at My Wedding: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I suddenly went quiet. My voice was even calmer than usual."You guys decide. I have no objections."Sean and Leo exchanged a look, seemingly baffled by my sudden shift.But Celine's voice suddenly came through the phone, dripping with grievance."Maybe I shouldn't go to your wedding after all.""I know Chloe still holds a grudge over that car crash. She definitely wouldn't want to see me there."Hearing her words, Sean's brow instantly tightened.Five years ago, it was Celine who insisted on dragging me, heavily pregnant and near my due date, to test-drive her newly modified racing car.On the coastal highway, she ignored my desperate pleas and sped recklessly.To dodge a truck, she yanked the steering wheel and slammed the brakes, causing my abdomen to smash into the dashboard, triggering a premature birth and severe hemorrhaging.Before the family's medical team could arrive, she was terrified of Sean's punishment.So she called him, crying and lying that we "were ambushed by a riva

Three days later, it was the family's rehearsal dinner before the official wedding.When I walked into the banquet hall of the private manor, the sight before me still managed to sting.The name cards at the center of the long table had been swapped.Beside the Don's seat, where the bride was supposed to sit, sat a beautifully dressed Celine.She was laughing and chatting effortlessly with Sean's capos.Meanwhile, my seat had been relegated to the very end of the table, shoved in a corner near the kitchen doors.I could hear the oblivious wives of the lieutenants whispering:"Why is Chloe sitting all the way down there if she's the bride?""Anyone who didn't know better would think the woman sitting next to the Don is the leading lady."Sean heard the whispers.He shot me a glance, a flicker of guilt crossing his eyes, but he still defended Celine."Celine has a weak constitution; sitting by the draft will make her sick. Chloe is easygoing. She doesn't mind these formalities."She does

Over the next few days, Sean mobilized the entire intelligence network of the Lockwood family, conducting a carpet search for my whereabouts across New York.But the answer everyone gave him was the same:[Donna Chloe has severed all ties.]On his fourth consecutive day of insomnia, Sean sat red-eyed in his vast, empty study.Exhaustion and violent rage tore at his nerves.These past few days, he hadn't just been looking for me.He started recalling the way I had left the banquet hall that day, my hands covered in blood, resolute and unflinching. That sentence—"Five years ago, I nearly died in that car because of her"—echoed in his ears like a curse.He finally felt a jolt of panic, realizing something was terribly wrong.Sean summoned the syndicate's top intelligence capo, issuing a cold command:"Look into it. Every detail of the car crash on the coastal highway five years ago, including the destroyed surveillance footage and dashcams—I want them fully restored!"Finding out the trut

Eight months later, Boston. The annual special exhibition of a top-tier art trust foundation.As their newly appointed independent partner, I wore a sharp, custom-tailored suit, chatting effortlessly with several European collectors.A faint pink burn scar still lingered on my right forearm.But I made no effort to hide it.Just then, a commotion broke out at the exhibition hall's entrance.A tall but unusually skeletal figure stumbled through the crowd, his gaze locked dead onto me.It was Sean.In just eight short months, the once arrogant, all-powerful Mafia Don looked like his soul had been sucked dry.He wore a slightly wrinkled overcoat, his jaw covered in dark stubble. His eyes were sunken, swimming with broken panic and begging.In his arms, he held Leo, who had also thinned out considerably.The moment Leo saw me, tears welled in his eyes. He struggled frantically to get down:"Mommy! Mommy!"The child stumbled and threw himself at me.The security guards behind me moved to bl

Three years later, Geneva, Switzerland.Early spring sunlight bathed the lakeshore.I stood in my top-floor office of the investment tower, holding a cup of coffee, looking down at the city.In these past three years, the transnational fund I spearheaded had achieved massive success.My portrait graced the covers of mainstream European business magazines.My assistant, Emily, walked in and handed me a transoceanic briefing."Boss, this is the summary sent over from the New York team."I flipped open the file.Celine had suffered endless torture in the family's underground water cell and had gone completely insane.Meanwhile, to repay the massive debts he incurred by embezzling syndicate funds to search for me, Sean had sold off all his assets. The family empire had crumbled to dust.The once untouchable Don was now crammed into a damp basement apartment with Leo, who had developed severe autism, scraping by on odd jobs.Clipped to the last page of the brief was a photograph.Amid a New