Married My Ex's Hockey King Uncle: Now My Family Begs

Author: Ive Gutterson

Chapter 1

Word Count: 936 | Released on: Today at 18:23

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ound. The grand organ of Holy Name Cathedral echoed through the

d at the woman reflected in the glass. The custom Vera W

d. The fog of confusion evaporated, replace

ter of my palm. The sharp, biting pai

sn't

was gone. I was really back. Back to today. Back to the start of all t

. It slammed against the

. His phone was gripped tightly in

d at his black bowtie, his signatur

ri was at practice. She fell on a triple axel. She broke

to his mistress's place. I had cried until m

mask of ice. I watched him panic like a

im. He frowned, a flicker of confusion cross

d the door. "Handle the reporters from the Tribune and

ver his shoulder, already turning away. He sprinted toward t

alf of the Chicago Wardens roster, shouted his n

t the alley. Preston's silver Porsche tore out

irk pulled at the

maid dress, but the custom tailoring and the excessive spray of diamond accents along the bodice made it far more luxuriou

vase and cried that I had pushed her. She tore up her own homework and said I did it. Every time, my parents believed her, and every time, I was the one who got punished.

sk of deep concern, but the malicio

esmaids in the hall could hear. "Preston is just too l

t across the carpet. My eyes locked onto

e a sudden, unexplainable ch

o grab my arm. "Come on. Let's go out there

wung my hand and slapp

was loud

chest. The skin on the back of her hand turned

wd at the door. She saw Bian

ith you?" Diane screamed,

struction cannot lose every Vance contract just beca

heavy. "Go out to the main hall. Announce that the

ssed down on my chest. But the reborn me o

oned," I said. My voice was fla

tared at me like the humiliati

of my heavy tulle skirt, lifted it, a

ed from behind. "All of Chicago is

k. "I'm going to

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Married My Ex's Hockey King Uncle: Now My Family Begs

Ive Gutterson Romance

“The last time I wore this wedding dress, my fiancé ran out on me. Twenty minutes before our wedding, Preston Vance got a phone call. His first love, Bri, had fallen at skating practice and broken her leg. "I have to go," he said. "Make up an excuse." In my last life, I begged him to stay. I cried until my throat bled. He left anyway. Three years later, my adopted sister framed me, and my own family threw me out into a Chicago blizzard. I called Preston with frozen fingers. I heard Bri giggling before he hung up. My mother left me a voicemail: "Die in the street, Wren. Just don't bleed on my carpets." So I died. Then I opened my eyes in my wedding dress, on the same morning, twenty minutes before the ceremony. This time, I didn't beg. I let him go. My sister told me to go apologize to the guests. I slapped her hand away. My mother told me to say the wedding was off, and that it was all my fault. "The wedding is not being postponed," I said. "I'm going to get a new groom." There was only one man in that cathedral Preston was afraid of. His uncle. Rhett Kincaid. Captain of the Chicago Wardens. The most feared man in the NHL. In my last life, he was the one who covered my frozen body with his own coat and buried me when my family wouldn't. "If you sign this, there's no backing out," he told me. "Ever." "I have nothing left to lose." Ten minutes later, every screen in the cathedral changed from PRESTON & WREN to RHETT & WREN. Six hundred guests watched him slide the Vance family ring onto my finger and kiss me in front of every camera in Chicago. Now my family wants me to divorce him and crawl back. Preston just saw the photo. And my new husband just told me: "Tear the house down if you want. No matter what mess you make, I will bury it."”