I couldn't help but laugh at his playful tone.
By the time we returned, our purchases filled not just the trunk but the entire back seat.
Mark was waiting at home, holding our cat and sulking dramatically. Any tension left from Nathan's visit dissolved in laughter.
On our wedding day, Nathan and Sophie showed up at the ceremony. This time, they were invited.
Nathan's leg was still in a cast, and he leaned on Sophie for support. Several security guards stood nearby to prevent any disruptions.
I gave James a questioning look, but he shrugged. "Having them watched is the best way to keep them from causing trouble."
My brother scoffed. "That's your excuse for being devious."
During the ring exchange, a commotion erupted from their side. Nathan shoved Sophie, causing her to hit her head on a table corner, drawing blood. He didn't even spare her a glance.
It reminded me of Sophie's welcome-back party, where he'd burned me with hot soup and ran after her without a second thought.
As he struggled to stand and shout, security guards held him down, muffling his voice.
The wedding bells drowned out his outburst as joy and laughter filled the air.
After the ceremony, I walked over to them. Looking at the disheveled Sophie, I calmly asked, "Now that you're really seeing me, do we look alike?"
Sophie stared at me for a long moment, then broke into bitter laughter through her tears. "Does it matter? He never truly loved either of us."
With one heir crippled and facing criminal charges, Carter Corp's stock plummeted, eventually collapsing under pressure from competitors.
James made a call to ensure Nathan's life was spared.
Seeing my confusion, he explained, "When I make a promise, I keep it. I said he'd get to watch you be happy for the rest of your life, so he can't die too soon."
I stood there, speechless.
My brother was right - this man really was calculating.
But I knew he would give me the steady happiness and peace I deserved.
THE END

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