My Fiancée Sent Me to Jail for Her Assistant,Now She Begs for Me Back

My fiancée Jean Henson—still in her wedding dress—refused to walk down the aisle. Because I wouldn't grovel to her male assistant, Basil Chavez.

"Jean, the guests are already here."

I frowned, reminding her to stop acting like a child.

She turned on me without warning.

She stared me down, cold as stone. "When you get on that stage, you're going to apologize to Basil in front of everyone. If he forgives you, I'll marry you."

My brows knotted together. "And if I don't?"

"Then there's no wedding."

Jean pulled off her veil and dropped it into the trash can.

"You're serious?"

I asked her one more time.

"That apology is nonnegotiable."

"Hah."

"Your bottom line. So Basil Chavez is the one you actually protect."

"Fine. I'll give you exactly what you want."

I took out my phone and dialed.

"Notify the guests. The wedding is off."

——

After I hung up,

Jean stared at me, stunned.

In those bright eyes of hers, I saw nothing but shock and disbelief.

She'd been so sure that threatening to cancel would be enough to make me kneel—so certain I'd never dare cross her. I'd spent two full years chasing her, after all.

"Jean Henson, this is exactly what you asked for."

I dropped that line and turned to leave.

Jean's mouth opened, but nothing came out—the words stuck somewhere behind her teeth.

It was Basil who rushed over to block my path.

I looked at him, frowning.

"Paddy, this is your wedding day with President Henson. Nearly every guest is already seated."

"You two can't just cancel the whole wedding because of me."

"I don't need your apology—just don't walk away from President Henson. I'm begging you."

I looked at the bruise darkening around his eye

and felt a cold smirk pull at the corner of my mouth.

Then I glanced back at Jean, whose face had gone ashen.

"Aren't you the one she'd go to war for?"

"Why don't you two just get married right here?"

Basil scrambled to explain. "Paddy, you've got the wrong idea about me and President Henson. There's absolutely nothing between us."

"Enough!"

"Don't explain anything to him."

"Let him go!"

Jean shot to her feet, glaring at me. "Paddy Cobb, you're the one who came crawling after me like a stray dog. And today you're the one throwing me away."

"Once you walk through that door, I hope you don't regret it!"

That actually made me laugh—the kind of laugh that comes out when you're too angry to do anything else.

She was the one who forced my hand.

Threw away her own fiancé for another man.

Threatened to boycott her own wedding.

I gave her exactly what she demanded, and now

she was pinning every last bit of blame on me.

A woman like that? Good riddance.

"You two really are made for each other."

I turned to leave.

Jean screamed after me, her voice cracking with rage. "Paddy Cobb, you don't get to walk out without apologizing to Basil!"

"If you don't, I'm calling the police!"

Refusing to marry me over Basil Chavez was already insane enough.

Now she was threatening to call the police?

I stopped mid-step and turned to stare at her.

"What did you just say?"

I looked like I hadn't heard her right.

"I said, apologize or I call the police!"

Jean's voice cut through the room.

I went quiet.

She took that for fear and started walking toward me.

When she stopped right in front of me,

we stood face to face, inches apart, eyes locked.