From Captive to Cherished Wife

from my fiancé, Holden. Our marriage was meant to be the eve

ter-in-law, Jaidyn,

ow of chairs, scooped her into his arms, and sprinted o

th emotion, but not for me. He told me Jaidyn has a secret hear

f I could be like a sister to her once we were married. A text followed

tly, to graciously accept being sidelined for hi

. My dignity is not so

d his older brother, Alphons-the m

is off," I told him, m

han. I'm at the city hall court

pte

aisle. It was the rehearsal for Eloise Bowers' wedding, a union of two of the city' s most pro

rippled throu

, had crumpled onto the plush red carpet. Her

a B-line for Jaidyn. He scooped her up into his arms, his face a mask of

e now a stage for her public humiliation. The whispers of the guests w

ite. Her phone finally buzzed. It wasn' t

as a hereditary heart condition. The doctors say any emotional distress can tri

s hand w

heard about our arranged marriage. She was trying to b

d Eloise' s lips. It sounde

king... she' s been through so much. Maybe you could be like a sister to her. Once she' s done w

asn't just sidelining her; he was rewriting the

e followed a

ding. Jaidyn needs time to recover.

is was a minor inconvenience,

ne. She was Eloise Bowers, of the Bowers family. Her name mea

ed her to wait patiently, to understand, to graciously accept this

she scrolled through her contacts, pas

ns Wo

rother. Jaidyn' s

He answered on the second r

pho

ng alright? I heard

," she said, her voice steady a

pause on t

er lips, "the bride is still a Callahan. I' m at the

nswer. She stated her ter

e repeated softly to herself, her e

decision made. She would no

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