I Married Another Man While My Uncle Lover Watched

Chapter 5

They looked at me like I'd barged in on purpose.

Once the ceremony ended, I headed home alone.

To my surprise, Ethan Sullivan came back too.

Alone.

"I don't want to see you."

He ignored me and walked right in.

Without a word, he scooped me up and placed me on the bed, then dropped to one knee to examine my foot.

"I won't be at ease until I've checked it myself."

By now, everything between us was out in the open.

There was no point in pretending anymore.

Ethan washed my foot himself.

Applied the medicine with care.

I didn't understand any of it.

I just sat there, quietly watching him.

As he dried his hands, he spoke in that infuriatingly calm tone, "You embarrassed Olivia in front of Uncle Theodore, Uncle Samuel, and Uncle Nathan today. You should apologize."

I wasn't even mad.

Instead, I let out a soft laugh and looked straight at him.

So that was his angle.

"And what if I don't?"

Ethan's eyes snapped up to meet mine.

His expression darkened, lips pressed into a thin line. Menacing.

"Would you say that in front of your father?"

"If my father had been there today, neither you nor Olivia would've walked out of that room."

Silence.

He knew I was right.

Just then, a voice rang out behind me.

"I just got out of the shower, what's going on?"

I turned to see Olivia standing in the doorway, damp hair clinging to her shoulders, wrapped in a towel.

My towel.

"Sophia, I brought you some clothes. Want to see if you like them?"

"No."

"Really? That's odd. Your closet's full of this style. I thought you'd like it."

She giggled, the sound grating against my nerves.

She wasn't wrong, my wardrobe was full of clothes like that.

Each one handpicked by Ethan.

"Oh, by the way," she added lightly, "your dad said you're leaving soon, right? I've got plans that day, so Uncle Nathan will take you to the airport."

"Mm."

"Okay, then. Rest up."

Ethan followed her out.

I didn't say a word. I just picked up every piece of clothing she brought and tossed them to the floor.

Her sudden appearance made the last eight years feel like a joke.

Eight years of secrecy.

Eight years of lies.

Every time I tried to make things right, Ethan would say:

"If your dad finds out, he'll skin me alive. What, you want your uncle crippled?"

"Then I'll tell him myself."

But he never let me.

What I once thought was love now felt like nothing but delusion.

I didn't sleep that night.

Later, in the family group chat, Uncle Benjamin posted a photo, Ethan and Olivia tangled up in bed, fingers intertwined, the kind of picture that didn't leave room for interpretation.

He deleted it quickly.

Then came a voice message, teasing: "What's wrong, Ethan? Getting shy now? Didn't you post this on your own page?"

I checked Ethan's profile. The photo was gone.

But it didn't matter anymore.

I was done with all of it.

He didn't come to see me off when I left.

Uncle Samuel and Uncle Nathan drove me instead.

Right as I got in the car, a friend request popped up.

Olivia.

Attached was a photo, my room, completely redecorated.

Olivia:

"Since you won't be coming around much, Ethan and I turned your room into our bridal suite. Hope you don't mind! He said not to tell you, but I thought you deserved to know~"

I replied with three words:

"Do whatever."

No surprise there.

I had no plans to return anyway.

The moment I landed, the Cooper family's butler dragged me off to try on wedding gowns.

Their traditions were meticulous, three full days of nonstop preparations.

That's when I learned Ethan's wedding was scheduled around the same time.

He hadn't shown up to see me off because he was too busy with his own.

"Your uncle's getting married today," the butler explained. "So your father will drive you to the venue himself."

"Okay."

I blocked Ethan on everything.

As I settled into the wedding car, I whispered a silent prayer not to run into him.

But fate has a cruel sense of humor.

The car jolted to a stop.

My father glanced at me in the rearview mirror, a faint smile on his lips.

"We've crossed paths with Ethan's wedding procession."

I clenched my bouquet tighter.

Ethan's entourage was filled with Williams family members. When they saw my father behind the wheel, they greeted him with warmth and respect.

Then Ethan jumped out of his car.

"Is that a wedding car? Who is Mr. Williams driving?"

He ran toward us.

My father rolled down the window.

"Father."

"Mm."

Ethan motioned for his convoy to move aside.

"Father, who are you escorting?"

Then his eyes shifted,

And locked on mine.