Left For Error Never A Never After

Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Ming Yue

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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“Well, Adrian... It’s your turn, truth or dare?”

Spinning a wine bottle, it stopped facing someone who was sitting on the sofa like a king. Beside him was a hostess who was trying to seduce him but that didn’t affect him. He was like a stone who didn’t even melt to that hostess touch but he didn’t push her away either.

“Truth!” he answered.

His voice was cold, but there was a hint of playfulness in it. placing the flicker of his cigarette between his lips, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the hostess beside him.

“I’ll ask the question!”

A friend of his said as he got up from the sofa, with a whisky bottle in his hands. He was already drunk.

“Do you have something which you did in the past but regret now? If you have, what is it?” the guy asked.

A smile appeared on his face, he looked at his drunk friend and chuckled. For the first time in his life, someone aimed a hard question at him. He lowered his eyes and looked at the silver lighter in his hands and played with it for a while.

“I have!” he replied.

“What? You have? Adrian Harisson has something he regrets?”

Everyone looked at him with surprised faces, Adrian did nothing but stare at his lighter as he played with it. He clenched his sharp jaws and looked at his friends with a small nod.

“What the fuck? What the hell is that? Tell us” one of his friends looked into his eyes and asked him.

“A girl, whom I played for three months knowing that she was innocent”

His answer was dangerously honest, he did it. He did it when he was twenty years old and she was just eighteen at that time. He never had regrets about anything he did but that thing, eating him alive.

His face was serious, the little smile on his lips faded as the darkness suppressed his face. His eyes fell on the back of his right hand. On his hand, there was a unique tattoo that was designed with two orcas.

The tattoo was somewhat small, but it held so many undying memories. Looking at the tattoo, he was pulled into the past five years ago. His mind started to show the pictures of her, she was smiling all the time.

She was beautiful, her beauty was the first thing he got addicted to. Innocent and pure, she had everything a perfect woman would have but she trusted too much and she loved too much, that was her only weakness.

He liked her smile, so he wanted to possess it. He successfully possessed it but when time passed he got bored of it. Even though she loved deeply, he was just playing with her all the time.

“Adrian, is it okay if I designed the tattoo for you?” she asked with a pretty smile on her face.

“Yes, do it!” he whispered against her ear playfully as he kissed her earlobe.

“Move away, I can’t concentrate when you’re here and touching me”

Pushing him away, she looked at him and smiled. That smile was filled with love and affection she held for him. He was her everything and she gave him everything she had without even thinking about her own future. Then she came to him after some time.

“Orcas? Why them?” he asked.

He was curious seeing the tattoo she had designed for him. He knew she likes spending time in the aquariums and watching it but never expected this kind of design for his tattoo.

“Well, there are so many reasons. Just like you, they are smart, strong, elegant, and deadly at the same time. But most importantly it’s devotion and faithfulness.”

“Aren’t they similar to my boyfriend?”

She was smiling at him with the answer, he looked at the paper in his hands, she had perfectly designed it. He can be sure that he will be the only one who wears that tattoo.

Even though she was correct about Orcas, she was just wrong about him. He had no devotion and faithfulness in him.

“Where is she now?”

Adrian was pulled back from his memories hearing one of his friends' voices. Letting out a deep sigh, he got up from the sofa and looked at his friend.

“I don’t know..” he replied.

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