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

Chapter 3

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hall was dark and narrow. Rhett

rs brushed against the bespoke fabric of his suit. The sud

l blow. My brain misfired. A vio

wisted, morphing into the freezing, snow-c

med me. The Hale family had thrown me out witho

en fingers. I remembered hearing Bri's sweet, giggli

voicemail. Die in the street, Wr

chest tightened. I couldn't breathe. My

ound my waist, gripping me tight. He pulled me

umbled right against my ear,

sharp, perfect lines of his j

oating above my

tanding in a sterile morgue. He had taken off his

storming the Hale estate,

metery in Lake Forest, hosting a funeral

was I back? How was I back? The universe had given me a second chance, a miraculous reversal of fate that defied all logic. And in this new life, the only man I knew I could trust was the one w

s dug into his arm. My kn

akness deep into my stomach and shook m

I whispered, my voice hardening into st

e faint redness at the corners of my eyes. A vi

e radio. "Sir. The main hall screens a

of my lace veil. The softness of his touch complete

a low gravel, "you are the queen of Chicago. No

ond later, the grand, imposing chords o

pulled open by two ushers. Blinding white light from hu

my eyes turning into chips of ice. I walk

siness with you, U

aw twitched. A dark, posses

eing drafted right now," Rhett corr

A thousand eyes and camera le

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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."”