Page 68 of Forever His Favorite
Lucas broke down, sobs tearing out of him. His tears poured freely, his cries silent but agonized, his eyes red and swollen. Dillon and Taylor tried to steady him, but he shoved them away violently.
“She was supposed to be my bride!” he roared, his voice ragged. “She spent five years with me. She was supposed to marry me. And today—” his chest heaved violently , his words breaking into sobs, , his tear-filled gaze dragging back to the stage “—today I’m watching my wife marry someone else in front of my eyes.”
On stage, Emily arched up on her tiptoes, Sebastian bending to meet her halfway. Their lips met in a slow, sealing kiss. The hall erupted in cheers, claps echoing against marble walls.
Lucas’s breath caught. His chest seized so painfully he thought his heart had stopped. He staggered, the world spinning around him.
“Lucas!” Taylor rushed forward, caught him just as his body collapsed, dragging him out of the hall.
But even as his vision blurred, Lucas’s gaze clung to Emily and Sebastian, burning their kiss into his memory. Only when thegrand doors shut behind him—cutting her from sight—did his body finally give out.
He collapsed.
***
“Come here.”
Sebastian’s voice was low but commanding as he reached out, grabbing Emily gently by the arm and pulling her into his lap. She had just slipped out of her heavy wedding gown, her makeup mostly faded after the long evening, her hair loose and cascading in waves down her back. Now, dressed in a deep red satin nightgown, she looked softer—exhausted, yet breathtaking.
She collapsed into his lap, resting against his chest as he pressed a sleek tablet into her hands. “Look at this.”
Emily blinked, frowning in confusion, but obediently unlocked it. Her eyes widened when she saw what was displayed—rows of photos of sprawling houses in the country and abroad, luxurious estates she had only ever seen in magazines. The next folder opened to collections of rare jewelry—necklaces, earrings, rings that sparkled like captured stars.
Her brows knitted together as she looked back at him. “What is this?”
His eyes softened. “Your wedding gift,” he said. “From my family. All of this belongs to you now.”
Her lips parted in disbelief. “All of this?” she whispered, her voice caught between awe and protest. “But… I don’t want it. I only got married today. This should belong to you, not me.”
Instead of answering, he took the tablet from her, setting it on the nightstand with finality. Then his hand slid to her face,cupping her cheek gently, his thumb brushing across her skin as if she were made of glass. His eyes searched hers.
“Are you drunk, baby?” he murmured, his voice rough with concern. “Did you drink at the party tonight?”
Emily shook her head, her hair brushing against his arm. “No, I didn’t want to be drunk on our wedding night.”
A slow, soft smile curved Sebastian’s lips. Before he could say anything more, Emily rose up on her knees and pressed her mouth to his in a sudden kiss.
He caught her immediately, his strong arms tightening around her. In the next breath, he shifted, lowering her onto the bed, his body covering hers as their life truly began.
***
“I’m busy. Solve your matters on your own.”
Every time James Sinclair said those words, the light in Mia’s eyes dimmed a little more.
For five years she was his wife. Sweet. Obedient. Devoted. He believed she wanted his money and status. That was why she married him at nineteen. Why she would never leave.
Until one day, a call came…
“Miss Mia Bennett, your parents died in a car crash. Please come to collect their bodies.”
Shattered, she reached out to her billionaire husband. His only reply was, “I’m busy. Solve your matters on your own.”
“Okay,” she whispered. That night, she handed him divorce papers and walked out of his life, leaving all his wealth behind.
She never wanted money. She wanted love. He gave her nothing—so she took nothing.
James thought she wouldn’t survive without him. That she would crawl back. Instead, she vanished.
And when he found her again… she was living in luxuries far beyond his reach.
For some reason, Alexander Graves, one of the most powerful, cunning, and possessive billionaires in the country, was madly devoted to his ex-wife.
Now James is unraveling. Jealousy burns him alive.
But didn’t he already get exactly what he wanted?
