Escaping the Altar: Falling for His Billionaire Uncle

Summary

With exactly thirty minutes left until the wedding ceremony, I found Tristan fooling around with his little side piece in the dressing room.

Amidst the raucous, enabling laughter of his groomsmen, he exchanged a deep, passionate kiss with the girl, his expression utterly indifferent.

"It'll be quick. The wedding goes on as planned. Don't make a scene."

I didn't make a scene. I quietly ran away from my own wedding.

Three years later, we crossed paths again. I was just walking out of a cathedral after lighting a candle to fulfill a promise, when Tristan grabbed my arm.