I Married His Uncle for Revenge

Chapter 4

I stared at the tangled mess of silk threads from the wedding dress wrapped around my fingers, the sunlight streaming through the window and reflecting off them in a blinding glare.

This was the dress I'd spent three sleepless nights hand-stitching—now reduced to a hopeless wreck.

A sharp sting in my fingertips made me realize the threads had sliced into my palm, leaving thin red lines.

Tears spilled uncontrollably, and no matter how hard I wiped them away, more kept coming.

"A wedding dress for a lesson learned. Worth it," I muttered bitterly as I tossed the ruined gown into the trash.

Tonight was the Sterling family dinner—the night I would finally meet Quentin Sterling in person.

I reapplied my makeup in the mirror, making sure there was no trace of tears left on my face.

The underground garage was dimly lit.

As I neared my parking spot, the unmistakable sound of muffled moans reached my ears.

Ethan's familiar Maserati rocked rhythmically a few spaces away.

The car window was half-open, revealing Ethan with Stella on his lap, their clothes a chaotic mess.

Stella threw her head back with a sickening gasp.

I froze, my heart clenching as though gripped by a vice.

Ethan's eyes suddenly snapped open and locked onto mine.

For a split second, panic flickered across his face before he smirked, deepening the kiss, his movements growing bolder.

"Disgusting," I muttered under my breath.

Turning on my heel, I walked away, my hands trembling as I started the car.

I made a quick stop to grab the gift I had prepared for Quentin—a navy-blue velvet box with a silk tie tied with a silver ribbon.

As I pulled up to the Sterling estate, Ethan's car slid up beside mine.

When he stepped out, I caught sight of a discarded condom wrapper on the passenger seat.

Noticing the gift in my hand, he smirked.

"For me?" he asked.

"No," I replied instinctively, hiding the box behind my back.

Ethan lit a cigarette, the smoke clouding his expression.

"So you saw everything in the garage?"

"Stella is the one I'm marrying. The wedding is just a formality. She'll be visiting our marital home often—you'd better get used to it."

I tightened my grip on the gift box until my knuckles turned white.

He continued, "My uncle's joining us tonight. Play along. If anyone asks, we've already registered our marriage."

"And that girl you scratched earlier? You'd better apologize to her. Or else..."

He gave me a pointed look.

"The wedding can be called off anytime."

I watched him stride into the dining room, taking a deep breath.

Soon, he'd learn just who this wedding was really for.

Inside, the elders were already seated.

I deliberately chose a seat near the edge, leaving the head of the table for Quentin.

Ethan immediately slid into the chair beside me.

"Who are you trying to fool?" he hissed.

"Your place is over there."

Before I could respond, the dining room doors swung open.

A tall, commanding figure stepped in, moving with purpose.

Quentin Sterling, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, scanned the room with piercing eyes before his gaze settled on me.