Chapter 2My Husband Wants His Ex-Girlfriend on Our Honeymoon

Liam closed the door, trying to reason with me in a low voice:

"Ashley married someone far away, and now she's been wronged and has nowhere to go. We should help her however we can. What's there to be so upset about?"

I stared at Liam, utterly incredulous. "Do you even know what a honeymoon is supposed to be? Who takes their ex-girlfriend on their honeymoon with their wife? Doesn't that sound absolutely insane to you?!"

Ashley married far away, but didn't I too?

Liam frowned, clearly annoyed. "Chloe, why are you acting like everyone else? Ashley and I are ancient history. If her husband hadn't been abusive, if she wasn't completely desperate, I wouldn't even let her stay here. Why are you being so harsh?"

Ashley was Liam's childhood sweetheart. They dated for about six months three years ago, then broke up for some unknown reason.

After their breakup, Ashley quickly married a wealthy businessman from out of town in a whirlwind ceremony.

Everyone expected Liam to be devastated, but surprisingly, he seemed completely unaffected. In fact, he dove even deeper into his studies and work.

I found Liam handsome and incredibly driven, and I was drawn to him.

But I was too shy to make the first move. It was Liam who added me on SnapChat and actively pursued me.

I once asked him if he had anyone he couldn't forget. He told me I was his future.

But now, Liam was willing to have a massive fight with me just to bring Ashley along.

I took a deep breath, asking one last time, "So, you're dead set on bringing Ashley?"

Liam hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's not that I'm dead set on bringing Ashley; it's that she can't be left alone right now. Can't you see she's terrified of being with any man? Only I can make her feel safe."

As he spoke, a flash of pity crossed Liam's eyes. "She's in such a state, how can I possibly leave her here alone? Besides, there's plenty of room in the car, and Ashley even offered to pay for all the expenses for the trip. What else do you have to complain about?"

The highest form of love is empathy.

And Liam was clearly brimming with empathy for Ashley right now, completely oblivious to how I, his wife, was supposed to feel.

I looked at Liam, disappointed, as if I was seeing him clearly for the first time.

Seeing my silence, Liam's tone grew impatient. "I've said everything there is to say, both good and bad. What exactly do you want?"

I tried to find a trace of apology or guilt on his face, but his eyes held only impatience and disgust, as if I were some wicked witch stopping him from reaching his princess.

The stubborn hope in my heart suddenly faded. I looked at him coldly. "Fine, take her then."

Liam froze for a second, then his face lit up in surprise. He hugged me tight. "I knew you wouldn't be so petty! I'll go tell Ashley right away!"

I pushed Liam away. "Have a great time. I'm not going."

Liam frowned, grabbing my wrist. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

Just as Liam was about to speak, the door burst open. Evelyn stood there, her face disapproving.

"It's your wedding honeymoon, you two! What kind of sense does it make for you not to go? What will people say about our family? You have to go!"