I Married Another Man While My Uncle Lover Watched

Chapter 6

Ethan Sullivan's face darkened instantly.

But with Mr. Williams standing right there, he had no choice but to hold it in.

"Mr. Williams, it'll just take a moment to move the car."

"Big Brother!"

Uncle Christopher came rushing over, leaning in to whisper something in my father's ear.

My father's brow furrowed. He turned to me, his voice gentle.

"I'll be back in a moment."

"Okay."

As soon as he stepped away, Ethan yanked my door open.

"Get out."

I stayed still. "What do you want?"

His expression was thunderous.

"How long are you planning to keep up this charade? And now you've dragged Big Brother into it too?"

I looked at him, emotionless, only the faintest trace of a bitter smile on my lips.

"Do you even know why I came home, Uncle?"

Something flickered across Ethan's face, maybe surprise at the question, maybe at how I addressed him.

"Whatever the reason, it doesn't justify this farce. A fake wedding? Really?"

I let out a quiet laugh.

So in his mind, even now, this was all just a show for his sake?

"You think too highly of yourself."

I tilted my head, my tone light and cutting.

"You haven't congratulated me on my wedding yet."

His brows drew together. "Where's the groom? You really think this is funny?"

Before he could say more, my father returned.

And Ethan wasn't entirely wrong,

I still hadn't seen Alexander Cooper.

Rumors said he was disabled.

No legs. Always in a wheelchair.

But whether Ethan believed this marriage was real didn't matter.

Because it was happening.

The car started moving again, only to stop when we pulled up next to Olivia Green's bridal car.

Tradition called for the brides to exchange bouquets.

I rolled down the window.

Olivia blinked in surprise when she saw me, then quickly recovered with a dazzling smile.

"Niece… who's the lucky guy?"

"Alexander Cooper," I said smoothly. "From the Cooper family."

Her reaction was theatrical, whether fake or real, it was loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

"That, That cripple?"

Heads turned toward me.

"Sophia, you're marrying him? A cripple?"

I couldn't quite tell if her smile was mocking or pitying.

But what I did catch was the flicker of panic in Ethan's eyes.

Uncle Christopher clapped a hand on Ethan's shoulder.

"Once we finish the bouquet exchange, let's get moving. Ethan, stop by the Cooper estate later for a toast."

Ethan's stare burned into me.

I rolled the window up without looking back.

"Dad, let's go."

But we barely got moving before the car slammed to a stop again.

Shouting erupted outside,

Someone was yelling Ethan's name.

I glanced up… and froze.

Ethan was standing directly in front of our car.