Flash Marriage With My Cheating Ex's Uncle Novels & Stories

I fold my arms. "You have to admit this looks suspicious." His mouth twitches slightly, not quite a smile just enough to annoy me. "Does it?" I stare at him. Seriously? "Let's see." I begin counting on my fingers. "I leave my cheating husband." One finger. "I move out." Two fingers. "I get a new job." Three. "And somehow Ethan’s uncle owns the company." I spread my hands dramatically. "How exactly is that not suspicious?" For a moment, Dante simply watches me then he leans back in his chair.

The headline read: CEO Ethan Blackwood Announces Engagement to Former Bride Amelia Carter. Below it were dozens of photos. Photos of them entering the hotel. Photos of them together. Photos from only a few hours ago. The news had already spread. Social media was exploding. Thousands of comments. Thousands of opinions. Thousands of strangers discussing their lives. Amelia’s heart sank. This was real now. Painfully real. Then she noticed something else. A second article. A much older article. One published three years ago. The accompanying photograph showed a young woman standing beside Ethan.

And to my greatest surprise, he crashed his lips against hers and Camille couldn't resist wrapping her arms around his neck. My wolf jumped and I understood at that point that both of them had been cheating on me long before today. I had just been a fool kept in the dark this whole time. How pathetic of me to think that Adrian was going to be the one to get me justice. He couldn't even stay loyal to me. "Wow, Crown Prince Adrian, you couldn't keep it in your pants, could you?" I said bitterly, unable to hold back.

"Go away, Ian! Just leave me be!" "I said open it, or I'll remove it from the hinges." "I'm not coming out!" A sharp snap rang out. The lock broke. The door flew open. Ian stepped inside. His eyes moved over her, smeared mascara, shaking shoulders, tear-streaked face. He looked almost confused for a second. "Misha has never cried in my presence before," he said quietly. "Not once in five years." Valentina lifted her head. Grief covered her features. "Then that should convince you, Ian. That should finally tell you that I am not your runaway wife! I am not her!"

Maxwell patted Quinn's shoulder again, resuming his usual carefree smile, "my dear brother-in-law." Back then, his father originally had a childhood sweetheart, but they peacefully broke up later for various reasons. Afterwards, one of them got married, and the other remarried. Both of them had their own families and their own children. It was thought that there would be no further intersection in their lives. Even if they met again, it would be nothing more than a nod to each other, as if they were strangers. But never had they imagined that their father, a high-ranking official, would become a target for those seeking to cling to power.

Audrey asked, sensing his sudden change in mood. “You want to know what’s wrong, Audrey?” he yelled, his voice echoing through the room. “This!” He held up his phone, showing her the video. Audrey’s heart sank. “I can’t believe you’d stoop this low. You’re still having an affair with my nephew!” “What? Zach, I don’t know how this video was made! This never happened, I promise! Why would I have an affair with Frank of all people?” “Oh, shut up, Audrey,” Kiera interjected, her voice sharp. “Everyone knows you’ve always had feelings for my son until you clawed your way into his uncle’s life for wealth and power.”

Amanda Pov. I didn't peg myself as one who could get angry over the most trivial thing. That is if my ex husband cheating on my step sister was the most common thing that could happen. Currently watching Mirabelle walk down the aisle in my wedding dress, with my father was a big blow to my chest. Marcus stood there in all his foolish glory, grinning as he welcomed his bride. I gripped my hands, feeling about to explode. I knew I took a big risk attending this wedding. The media has given me enough reason not to attend the godforsaken gathering.

But one particular question stood out among the rest, loud and accusing. “Jasmine Lane, is it true your engagement with your fiancé, Jason Wayne, got called off because you slept with his uncle?”

The shrink laughed, “Oh, you have a good sense of humor, Barbara. Unfortunately, it looks like you and I will be in each other’s lives for quite a while. So, let’s get started. Your uncle mentioned that you'd done a few things you weren’t proud of. Let’s dissect that.” “There’s nothing to dissect, Doc. It’s simple, really,” Barbara flicked a hand dismissively, “Uh, let’s see… so, I found out my almost-fiancé was cheating on me with my best friend, Mariana, and I killed him.” The doctor’s face paled, but Barbie didn’t even notice.

And somehow, after all of it, he had stood at his own wedding and watched the woman he was supposed to marry walk away because he could not remain faithful to her. His eyes flicked toward Sebastian. “Can I talk to you?” “No.” His expression fell. “Uncle, please.” I picked up the tablet. “Whatever you have to say can wait.” “It can’t.” I looked at him. He swallowed. “I didn’t know she’d tell you.” My jaw tightened. Sebastian went completely still. “You were under the impression I wouldn’t know?” “No. I just—” “You cheated on your fiancée.” His face flushed. “Uncle, I made a mistake.”