Chapter 3

A reply came back instantly.

"Look, Sean! Scarlett is actually going through with a wedding! She's desperate to trap you into running back. If you go, you're falling right into her trap!"

She showed him the photo. Outside the venue, workers were setting up a massive wedding banner.

Scarlett was in a breathtaking bridal gown. Sean’s breath hitched. She looked stunning.

"Are you going back?" Gemma pouted. "You can still catch a flight if you hurry."

Sean's ego flared up. "Hell no! It's just another one of her games. Come on, let's go take your pictures."

He ruffled Gemma's hair, completely missing the small print at the bottom of the poster: *The Wedding of Scarlett Sinclair and Hunter Vance.*

Gemma had cleverly cropped that line out. She snatched Sean’s phone. "Mine died, use yours!"

She dragged him outside, snapped dozens of pictures, edited them, and posted them directly to Sean's Instagram story with cozy captions before handing it back.

"There! We're here to have fun. Stop obsessing. Buy her a luxury bag on the way home. You know Scarlett—she's so easy to appease. She can't live without you anyway."

Sean thought about it and relaxed. She was right. They had been on-and-off for five years. The Sinclair family needed his backing; she would never actually walk away.

"You're right. Today is about having fun."

While they were gallivanting in the snow, my wedding day arrived.

All the guests arrived. When the Sterlings finally caught wind that the groom had been replaced, Sean's parents stormed the venue in a fury.

Before Mrs. Sterling could unleash her rage, I handed her a photo.

"Sean went to Finland with Gemma. It's completely over between us."

"Scarlett, this must be a misunderstanding! Gemma is just his childhood best friend!" Mrs. Sterling frantically defended him.

I scoffed. "Do 'best friends' sleep in the same bed naked?"

Her face turned pale. Gemma had sent me photos from their hotel room, flaunting her conquest. She meant to humiliate me, but today, I was grateful for her stupidity.

Humiliated and speechless, Sean's parents shrank back as I turned to greet my guests.

Panicked, Mrs. Sterling and her husband frantically dialed Sean.

When Sean finally answered, his voice was sleepy and nonchalant. "Mom? What's up?"

"Get your ass home right now! Scarlett is getting married!"

Sean chuckled lazily. "I know, Mom. It's just a stunt to force my hand. Don't worry, I'll deal with her when I get back."

Mrs. Sterling screamed into the phone, "You idiot! She's marrying into the Vance family! Half the city's billionaires are here! And you're halfway across the world rolling around with that little tramp Gemma?! You've ruined everything!"

Sean froze. "What did you say? Marrying who?!"

"Hunter Vance! If you don't get here in ten minutes, they're heading to the bridal suite!"

Sean’s world shattered. The custom tuxedo... the wedding venue... it had never been for him.

"Mom, stop her! Do whatever it takes! I'm booking a flight right now!"

His hands trembled so violently he couldn't even navigate the flight booking app.

Back at the venue, Mrs. Sterling tried to storm the doors, but Hunter's security guards intercepted them, escorting both Sterling parents straight to the curb.

"Mr. Vance said a scumbag like Sean Sterling isn't worthy of his friendship, and the Sterlings aren't welcome here. All business partnerships between Vance Group and Sterling Corp are officially terminated."

Mrs. Sterling’s blood pressure spiked, and she collapsed in a dead faint.

Sean called my phone over and over. I left it on silent.

His text flashed: *Don't do it, Scarlett. Please, I'm begging you, don't marry him!*

I smiled faintly, set the phone aside, and took Hunter's arm.

Looking into his dark, steady eyes, I made my vows. No regrets. Ever.

Sean Sterling, I am truly done with you.