Chapter 112
The wedding reception had already been tainted by Genevieve’s drunken antics, leaving many guests whispering among themselves that attending this event was turning into a regrettable mistake.
But as the evening wore on, it became painfully clear—the real drama was only just beginning.
When the time came for the bride and groom to share their wedding toast, the grand doors burst open. A tall, broad-shouldered man strode in, his gaze locked onto Sophia.
Ethan’s jaw tightened.
“Listen, Ethan,” the man declared, voice firm. “No matter what’s happened, Sophia will always be like a sister to me. Now that you’re marrying her, you’d better treat her right—or you’ll answer to me.”
Ethan’s face flushed with barely contained fury. He recognized him instantly—Sophia’s ex-husband, who had flown in from overseas. The sheer audacity of him showing up here, at their wedding, sent waves of rage through Ethan.
But with so many influential guests watching, he forced himself to remain composed. With an icy glare, he signaled for security to remove the man.
Yet Sophia’s ex refused to budge. Instead, he raised his glass, turning to Sophia with a smirk.
“Even though we’re no longer together, I wish you happiness.”
Sophia, unshaken, met his gaze and lifted her own glass. “Thank you. You’ll always be like family to me.”
She drank without hesitation.
Ethan was speechless, his hands clenched into fists. He knew Sophia was kind-hearted, but this was their wedding day. And her ex—clearly here to stir trouble—had just tainted it.
“Sophia,” Ethan growled, his voice low and dangerous as he leaned in. “Why didn’t you tell me you invited your ex-husband?”
She blinked at him, disbelief flashing in her eyes. “Ethan, if you don’t trust me now, when will you? If there was anything left between us, do you think I’d let him show up so openly? He came to prove we’ve both moved on.”
Ethan’s jaw clenched.
“Think about the situation,” Sophia countered sharply. “When I sent the invitation to Isabella, you didn’t object. This isn’t about him—it’s about you not trusting me. I never questioned your past with her. Why can’t you extend me the same courtesy?”
A bride and groom arguing mid-reception was unheard of in high society. By the time the banquet ended, half the guests had already slipped away, whispering amusedly about the spectacle they’d just witnessed.
The moment the reception concluded, a furious Eleanor dragged Sophia into a private room.
“Sophia,” Eleanor began, her voice tight with barely restrained anger. “Now that you’re a Blackwood, you must sever ties with your past. Your duty is to uphold this family’s reputation. Today was an embarrassment.”
Eleanor’s chest heaved with frustration. Never in her life had she felt so humiliated.
But Sophia remained eerily calm. She glanced down at her wedding ring, a faint smirk playing on her lips. The old woman thought she could control her now that she was part of the family.
In a soft, honeyed tone, she responded, “I take full responsibility for what happened. But I have nothing to hide. Besides, my parents are gifting us ten million dollars as a wedding present. If I were involved with someone else, would they invest so much in our marriage?” She met Eleanor’s gaze, her voice sweet but her eyes cold. “I love Ethan. Only Ethan.”
Eleanor’s anger faltered at the mention of the money. Her expression softened, and she even forced a smile. The funds would be useful—especially with the family’s dwindling resources.
“Sophia, you misunderstand me,” Eleanor said, her tone suddenly warm. “All I want is for you and Ethan to be happy. The Blackwood empire will belong to you both. Do you think I’d let an outsider threaten that?”
Her smile widened. “I’ll speak to Ethan later. He’s upset now, but only because he cares for you deeply.”
Sophia nodded, but beneath her serene exterior, her mind was already calculating. Eleanor thought she’d be a docile daughter-in-law, a glorified servant.
But Sophia hadn’t married into the Blackwood family to serve.
She’d come to rule.
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