Chapter 4My Wife Handed Me My Bride

The day the official divorce decree was delivered to the estate, Grandpa Richard called Marina back in a fury.

"I don't care what you have to do, call Dylan back here right now. I have things to say to him."

"Once I'm done, if you still want to go through with this ridiculous divorce, I won't stop you."

Marina frowned. Though she didn't know what Grandpa wanted, she knew deep down how chaotic this divorce had been.

Her phone had been silent for a week. No texts, no calls from me.

She claimed she didn't care, but the emptiness was settling in. She had never gone a whole week without speaking to me. She needed an excuse to reach out, and Grandpa had just handed her one.

"Fine, fine," she sighed, pulling out her phone. "So annoying. I'll call him."

Despite her words, her fingers flew across the screen faster than usual.

She pressed call.

She cleared her throat, rehearsing her opening line. Should she say, "Dylan, Grandpa wants you to come to the estate," or "Stop acting like a child, we aren't actually separated, are you really not coming home?"

The call connected.

A voice on the other end spoke first: "Hello, the groom is currently busy with the toasts. Are you a guest of the groom?"