Chapter 3
Garrett had been chasing me for ten years, always putting me first, loving me with everything he
had.
But I’d been so obsessed with Dylan that I never gave him a real chance.
Now that I was completely done with Dylan’s bullshit, I was finally seeing clearly.
The contrast was insane–now I understood the difference between real love and just going through
he motions.
I opened my email and started scrolling through all the messages Garrett had sent me over the years.
Every single one was passionate and heartfelt. I used to think he was just being annoying, but now I
could feel the love in every word.
These weren’t just emails–they were love letters.
My heart actually ached thinking about how he’d kept this up for so long…
read through every single message, and before I knew it, the sun was setting.
Suddenly, someone held a bouquet of flowers in front of my face.
looked up to see Garrett standing there, grinning like an idiot.
Hey, wife. Sorry to keep you waiting.” His whole face was lit up.
he word “wife” caught me off guard–definitely gonna take some getting used to.
When I didn’t say anything right away, Garrett looked nervous. “Please tell me you didn’t change
‘our mind?”
smiled at him. “Don’t worry. I’m not paying you a hundred bucks.”
We walked into the County Clerk’s Office together and got our marriage license without any drama.
Knowing there were people waiting for him to sign the contract, I tried to rush him back to the
irport.
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Garrett pulled me into the tightest hug. “When I get back, we’re having the wedding of your dreams. And remember–if either of us chickens out, we owe the other one a hundred bucks.”
Watching Garrett walk away, I couldn’t help but laugh a little. The guy who runs a billion–dollar empire and he’s still worried I’ll bail on him?
It was getting dark as I headed home with my bouquet.
But when I opened my front door, I got the shock of my life. Mia and Tyler were just… there.
Mia was lounging on my couch in my freaking pajamas, watching Netflix like she owned the place.
And Tyler? He had his dirty shoes on, jumping all over my custom Italian leather sectional that cost more than most people’s cars.
I could literally see the footprints he was leaving on my fifteen–thousand–dollar couch.
I was about to lose my absolute shit when Dylan walked out of the kitchen, frowning at me like I was
he problem. “What are you doing here?”
I was so pissed I could barely speak. “Um, this is my house.”
The little brat suddenly chucked his toy at me. “This is my daddy’s house! This is our house! Get out!”
Mia gave me this fake–sweet smile. “Don’t mind Tyler, Emma. Kids don’t know any better.”
Then she just walked over and snatched the flowers right out of my hands. “Oh, did you get these for Dylan and me? That’s so thoughtful–thanks for the wedding gift!”
Before I could grab them back, Tyler ripped the bouquet away from his mom.
He threw my flowers on the ground and stomped on them. “Stop trying to suck up to my mom! We
lon’t want your stupid flowers!”
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