Chapter 15
“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Castro, But I don’t need your help,”
Lawrence raised an eyebrow. “You don’t need it? What are you gonna do when you make a fool of yourself later? If you wanted to see me, you could have waited until I returned to New York.”
“Or is this your strategy–creating a scene at such an important event to force me back together with you?”
Lawrence was convinced I was still the same Kristin who would chase after him endlessly, trying everything to stay by his side.
What he didn’t know was that I’d already cut him out of my life.
“You’re overthinking it, Mr. Castro. I’m not here because of you.”
Lawrence scoffed, clearly not buying it. “If not for me, then for whom? Since when did you get so stubborn, Kristin?”
“You’re a stranger in Los Angeles. The Bennetts have zero connection to the Thornes. Who else would you be here for if not
me?”
Perhaps the old Kristin had given Lawrence too much confidence. So sure I’d never let go.
“Fine,” I shrugged. “Think what you want.”
I turned and walked down a different path.
“Kristin…” Lawrence followed me a few steps.
I turned back with a mocking glance. “Didn’t you always hate it when I clung to you? So what are you doing now?”
Lawrence’s face darkened, his lips tight with tension.
After a long pause, he finally spoke. “Don’t push your luck, Kristin. You’ll regret this.”
Regret? I thought to myself, never again.
Back in the bridal suite, the makeup artists and stylists surrounded me, helping me into my wedding gown and perfecting my bridal makeup.
The dress was exquisitely elaborate–a masterpiece of design.
I took a deep breath as I looked at myself in the mirror.
‘Kristin Bennett, you deserve happiness.‘ I told myself.
As the doors slowly opened and I stepped out surrounded by bridesmaids, every eye in the room turned to me.
My gaze instinctively sought out Asher.
When our eyes met, my heart immediately settled.
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He looked at me without blinking, his eyes full of tender affection. And I couldn’t help but smile, walking toward him with joy.
Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass broke the silence,
I glanced toward the noise, Lawrence had risen to his feet, looking utterly destroyed.
He stood there, his face drained of color. Blood dripped from his hand where he’d crushed his champagne flute.
I just glanced at him, then calmly looked away,
The staff was already leading security in his direction.
“KRISTIN!” Lawrence shoved people aside, trying to rush toward the altar.
His parents were clearly horrified but too stunned to stop him. The guests gasped and began whispering among themselves.
Security immediately intercepted him, holding him back.
Asher spoke up, his expression composed but his voice ice–cold. “Please escort him out.”
“Kristin, explain yourself!” Lawrence shouted. He struggled against the guards.
They pinned him down, making him look pathetic.
“This is revenge, isn’t it? Are you marrying him just to make me jealous? I get engaged to Viola, so you run off and marry someone else?”
“How DARE you, Kristin!”
His chest heaved violently, eyes bloodshot as he stared at me.
I ignored him completely, walking steadily toward Asher.
Lawrence was quickly dragged out. The rest of the Castro family was “invited” to leave as well.
The wedding continued as planned.
With everyone watching, Asher slipped the ring onto my finger and kissed my hand.
I took his ring and gently lifted his hand.
Asher’s fingers were long and strong. Only I knew how these hands had caressed my face, wrapped around my waist.
Fighting my shyness, I slid the ring onto his finger and lowered my head to kiss it.
Asher cupped my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Hello, Mrs. Thorne.”
I looked up into his deep eyes and saw my own smile reflected back.
“Hello, Mr. Thorne.”
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