From His Bride to His Aunt: My Wedding Night Rewrite
My name is Dakota Wetherby.
On the very day my husband, Theodore Aldridge, and I get legally married, he brings his ex-girlfriend, Sofia Moretti, into our home.
"Sofia recently suffered a miscarriage, so she's going through a very difficult time. I'm genuinely worried about her," he says.
"We're just friends. It's only natural for friends to comfort each other," he adds.
Sofia is Theodore's college sweetheart. Rumor has it they separated on good terms when she went abroad for further studies.
Clad in Theodore's jacket, she curls up on our bed. Her pale, ashen face is streaked with tears.
"I'm so sorry, Dakota. I had no idea you two were getting married today.
"I was too upset and didn't know who else to reach out to, so I called Theo.
"He was only comforting me because I lost my child. It's completely my fault for overstepping and ruining your wedding day.
"You can ask for whatever compensation you want. Just please don't blame Theo for this."
I hold the freshly issued marriage certificate from the courthouse and walk up to her. "Since you've brought it up, I suppose I'll reluctantly accept your compensation.
"Theodore and I are married for business reasons, with billions in projects hanging in the balance.
"Tell me, how exactly do you plan to make up for all of that?"