The Second Marriage Chance

Sarah

Jessica and her groomsman lover were hurrying back to the mansion. The people in the hall gasped, their attention turning towards Jessica as they whispered amongst themselves.

“Gosh! This story is exciting!” I heard from one reporter.

Could she be any more foolish? She invited nearly every TV station in the city to this event, which she dubs the ‘wedding of the year’ gathering! It’s all about her craving social media fame and flaunting Amir’s supposed grand gestures. She’s acting like she’s Kim K or something!

Jessica spotted me near the entrance of the event hall. Her attention then shifted to her own image illuminated on the large projector, and she gasped, recoiling in terror. A swift scan of her surroundings heightened her fear as she noticed the drone ominously trailing behind her. I furrowed my brow in confusion, puzzled by the unfamiliar drone; mine is a hexacopter.

Apart from me, there are others eager to expose Jessica’s antics! But who could they be?

Suddenly, Jessica pointed an accusing finger at me. “It’s you! I knew it!” she spat angrily.

Hold on a second! I haven’t even had a chance to react yet! How dare she jump to conclusions just because I happen to have a laptop in my arms!

“Get that woman out!” my grandfather demanded, stepping forward from the front of the hall, just meters away from me.

“No! I need to speak to Amir! This is different from what it seems! He’ll understand me!”

“Damn it!” The man by her side, who had just returned, widened his eyes in alarm. As a model, cameras were constantly aimed at him, especially now, with his attire disheveled. All eyes at the gathering turned towards them.

In an attempt to escape the embarrassment, the groomsman hastily fled the scene.

Jessica’s father strode towards her, his face contorted with a fierce scowl that spoke volumes of his disappointment and anger.

“You’ve brought shame upon our family!” His words were followed by a resounding slap across Jessica’s cheek.

“No! It’s not… it’s Sarah’s fault!” She shot me a venomous glare, her teeth clenched.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! How could she possibly blame me? Was she out of her mind?

But Jessica persisted. “It’s your fault for irritating me earlier! You put me in a bad mood, which led to this! If you hadn’t insisted on attending this event, none of this would have happened! You’re the worst kind of person! You should have stayed hidden in Highland Hills forever!”

This woman! She was even trying to gaslight me!

“I’m not the one in that video. It’s someone else!” Jessica rambled on, seemingly losing her grip on reality. Then, she turned to me accusingly. “Tell them it’s not me in the video! You’re just a shameless liar!”

In her rage, she stormed towards me, snatching two glasses from a passing server’s tray and flinging their contents in my direction. However, before the wine could splash onto me, a protective arm swooped in, causing the liquid to drench instead the back of the three-piece suit worn by my rescuer.

As I raised my gaze, Bronn came into view, his eyes narrowing as they settled on the distraught figure of Jessica.

“M-Mr. Martin!” Jessica’s voice quivered in fear as she recognized the head officer of BM Technologies.

Bronn’s two bodyguards swiftly seized Jessica by the arms.

“You’re a bitch!” Jessica’s screams filled the room, her words directed at me. “I’m the bride! Let me go!” she continued, oblivious to the spectacle she was creating. Her actions served as a brazen display of disgrace, tarnishing not only her own reputation but also damaging the honor of her family and staining the dignity of Amir in the eyes of all who bore witness.

A cold voice cut through the tension before I could even contemplate reprimanding her.

“Get that woman out!” Amir’s voice thundered with anger, his eyes betraying his strain.

“A-Amir!” Jessica stammered, attempting to deflect blame. “I-it’s not me. Trust me!” Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, “It’s not me! I love you so much! Please don’t do this!”

I felt an overwhelming urge to slap her. The audacity of this woman to weave such deceitful lies ignited a fiery rage within me!

“Everyone, you’ve witnessed Ms. Jessica Woods’s betrayal! Seriously? At our engagement celebration? Is that how you think I’m that dumb? I am severing all connections with her and her family! Get her out of my place or involve the authorities if she persists! Every guest is welcome to stay and continue enjoying the party!” Amir’s declaration resounded through the hall.

With that, the guards swiftly escorted Jessica out of the hall, wasting no time carrying out Amir’s command.

I know Amir like the back of my hand! His love for his fiancee runs deep. Yet, it’s crystal clear now that he’s severed ties with that arrogant woman. With a heart heavy with emotion, Amir ascended the stairs to the second floor.

“Are you alright?” Bronn inquired.

“I’m fine! Damn! Are you soaked? Thanks for covering me. Let’s get you changed,” I offered.

“No worries. I’ve got a spare shirt in the car.”

“I’m truly sorry…”

Luckily, Bronn lived just a mile from Amir’s mansion. With Amir on my mind, I made my excuses to Bronn.

“Thanks, Bronn! I-I need to be with my brother!”

Amir requires my support; he stood by me during my darkest days last year.

“I’ll come by tomorrow; it seems the wedding might be off,” Bronn proposed.

“I’m not sure that’s wise. I’ll keep you updated on the mansion’s happenings.” Comfortable in Bronn’s presence, I welcomed the idea of spending time with him.

Only then did I notice the hexacopter hovering above us, its menacing hum echoing Philip’s relentless surveillance. I’m unsure why, but I feel like I’m channeling Jessica, having clandestine conversations with a secret lover. The thought of Philip’s scrutinizing gaze tightens my throat.

Ah, forget about that brute!

“I’ll just go after Amir,” I bid farewell to Bronn.

He smiled as he exited the hall, probably to change his attire. Meanwhile, I headed to the mansion’s second floor to look for Amir. In the hallway, I saw some of Amir’s bodyguards on watch, evidently ready to protect my brother against any threats from the witch or her family who might want to confront him.

Outside Amir’s room, I spotted Mr. Reynolds.

“M-Ms. Sarah!” the assistant called out, visibly uneasy.

“Where is my brother?” I inquired.

“H-he’s inside,” Mr. Reynolds stammered.

“What happened tonight? Is Amir serious about breaking up with Jessica?” I questioned, still struggling to believe Amir would make such a decision after abandoning me for her for three years. Perhaps witnessing her betrayal had at last unveiled the truth to him.

“Yes, he’s decided! I’ve already released a memo to the entire TerraTraxx Automotive about Benner cutting ties with the Woods,” Mr. Reynolds explained.

“About the cheating incident, do you happen to know who the owner of that drone was, who captured Jessica in the woods?”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

It felt as though the very air had been sucked from the room, leaving me breathless as Mr. Reynolds drew in a deep, foreboding breath before delivering his response.

“It’s Boss Amir. He’s the owner of that drone, and he himself exposed the cheating incident using the projector for the guests,” Mr. Reynolds replied.

My eyes widened in disbelief! I stood there, utterly stupefied!

Amir knew! Amir is aware he’s being cheated!