Chapter 674 On the Wedding Day, the Bridesmaid is Caitlyn
Landon was quite upset about Phoebe's complaints. "To me, Amara is just a sweet kid. If this bugs you, there's gonna be a lot more stuff that'll get under your skin in the future."
Phoebe bit back her anger and snapped, "Landon, you jerk."
"We're not that different," Landon shot back. He got up and headed for the door. Amara had no clue about any of this. So when she saw Landon show up, she was a bit taken aback.
She was touched but wondered, 'Did Kingsley not tell Landon that Caitlyn is the bridesmaid?'
Amara wanted to say something, but it was clear Landon was more pumped than she was. His own marriage was a mess, so he had high hopes for Amara's. But he never thought he'd run into Caitlyn on the wedding stage.
Old flames who never got to tie the knot were now sharing the stage at Amara's wedding. One as the bride's family, the other as the bridesmaid.
When Caitlyn walked up with the rings and locked eyes with Landon, the vibe got real awkward.
Phoebe, sitting below, was fuming, almost ready to pop.
Even though it was the Hawkins family's wedding, her husband was up there with that witch Caitlyn. How could this be? Their flirty looks were a slap in her face.
Phoebe wanted to cause a scene, but she looked around and knew this wasn't the time. Today was the wedding of the Hawkins family's only son, and she couldn't afford to mess it up.
On stage, Amara was in a fog.
When Kingsley slipped the ring on her finger, she whispered, "You knew all along; why didn't you tell me?"
Kingsley was on cloud nine. How could he not be? The company's troublemaker was shipped off to nowhere, and the annoying Ralph was gone too. Just thinking about it made him grin. Plus, Landon personally handed Amara to him, and Caitlyn was the bridesmaid!
Kingsley thought this wedding was perfect!
Amara saw the look in his eyes and knew what he was thinking. She was speechless but willing to go along with it, so she just sighed.
When Caitlyn handed Amara the groom's ring, her hands were shaking. Landon kept his eyes on her. She was acutely aware of the audience below, their eyes heavy with understanding of her entangled past with Landon. But she had faced greater storms, and she was determined not to falter now.
When Amara touched Caitlyn's hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze. Caitlyn trembled, then smiled at her, which made Amara feel a bit better.
Holding the groom's ring, Amara looked at Kingsley, who had already extended his hand and was gazing at her with his blue eyes, the heat in them almost melting her.
Amara couldn't look away.
After a moment, Kingsley laughed and said, "Lost in thought? Put it on!"
Hearing this, Amara blushed a bit and gently slipped the ring onto his finger. Kingsley whispered, "I'll wear it even when I'm out, so everyone knows I have a wife."
Amara smiled softly.
Kingsley looked at her, feeling moved, and gently cupped her face, kissing her deeply. He managed to keep his cool and held back from getting too carried away.
After a long kiss, Amara tossed the bouquet. In the middle of the chaos, the bouquet landed right in Caitlyn's hands, which made her stunned.
Jimmy jumped in and shouted, "Next up, Caitlyn!"
He quickly realized what he'd said and glanced at Landon and Phoebe below. Sure enough, Phoebe's face was like a thundercloud. But Landon? He didn't even glance at Phoebe; his eyes were glued to Caitlyn.
The tension in the air was thick. Caitlyn, holding the bouquet, said, "After the wedding, I'm heading abroad this afternoon. Hoping to find my dream guy over there."
The crowd clapped, with Jimmy leading the applause.
Caitlyn then leaned over and whispered to Amara, "My flight's at three. I gotta jet soon!"
Amara felt a pang of reluctance.
Caitlyn came over and hugged her, whispering, "I'm not gone for good! Don't cry; it's your big day! Amara, you have to be happy."
Amara held back her tears and looked up slightly. "I will! Caitlyn, I'll be waiting for you to come back!"
Caitlyn glanced at her belly and said, "I still want to be the godmother!"
"Absolutely!" Amara smiled in the sunlight.
Meanwhile, Landon was feeling pretty down. He knew Caitlyn's words were meant for him and Phoebe, to let Phoebe know she was leaving to find her own happiness.
That afternoon, Kingsley arranged a special car to take Caitlyn to the airport.
Landon didn't go to see her off. It wasn't that he was scared of Phoebe; he just had no right to go. He'd already said they wouldn't meet again. So he just stood at the top of the hotel, staring out the window, watching planes take off and land in the distance.
In his hand was the bouquet Caitlyn had caught and then casually set aside, which he had picked up.
He gently touched it, as if it still held the warmth of Caitlyn's fingers. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, another plane took off, heading for the horizon.
Landon pulled out a cigarette, his fingers trembling slightly as he lit it and took a deep drag.
He was lost in thought, staring out the window, when he heard the bodyguard at the door say, "Mrs. Carter, you can't go in. Mr. Carter said he wants to be alone!"
But Phoebe barged in anyway.
Landon turned around, his blue eyes locking onto her and her swollen belly.
Phoebe glared at him, full of anger. "Landon, do you think I don't know? You're hiding here, thinking about that bitch, aren't you?" she spat.
Her words were sharp, putting the bodyguard in an awkward spot.
Landon took a slow drag of his cigarette, raised his hand, and signaled the bodyguard to leave.
Once the door was closed, Phoebe dropped all pretense and started smashing everything in the presidential suite. As she broke things, she screamed, "You may not have gone to see her off, but your heart did! Landon, what's so special about her? She's just a naive girl chasing your money! You could buy a dozen women like her for 50 million dollars!"
She kept smashing things, but Landon didn't care.
However, when she insulted Caitlyn, Landon snapped. He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against the floor-to-ceiling window. The veins on his forehead bulged as his grip tightened.
He leaned in and hissed, "And what about you! At least I'm still here. What about you? You're busy screwing your lover, right?"
Phoebe started crying. "That's because you don't screw me!"
Over time, she realized it wasn't that he couldn't; he just didn't want to. She laughed softly and said, "When you're with that bitch Caitlyn, you must be putting in a lot of effort, right? Landon, our marriage is just a sham. Is it so wrong for me to find a little comfort?"
Landon shot back, "A sham, huh? Then let's get a divorce!"
Phoebe didn't say anything, her lips trembling as she stared at Landon. She could tell he was dead serious.
He really didn't want to be with her anymore. Besides having Caitlyn in his heart, another reason was that he couldn't stand her anymore. But she wasn't like this before. When she married him, she was innocent and pure. Landon drove her to madness and ruined her.
Thinking of this, Phoebe laughed and cried at the same time.
Her face was streaked with tears, and her voice was very soft. "Landon, I won't divorce you! Don't think you can get rid of me and run off with her. I won't ever let you go!"
Landon couldn't be bothered with her and said, "Suit yourself!"
Phoebe thought he wanted a divorce to be with Caitlyn, but little did she know, his disgust for her surpassed everything. He let go of her and prepared to leave.
But Phoebe softened again. She hugged Landon from behind, her voice low and hoarse. "Landon, I just love you! I can't stand the way you look at her."
Landon called Phoebe mentally unstable. He pushed her away and left without any hesitation, leaving her trembling with anger in the suite.
She thought, 'Why can I never keep him? I only made the same mistake other women make. What is it that he can't forgive? I was just lonely at the time. The person I truly love is him!'
Phoebe's face twisted with anger. She was pregnant, only a few months away from giving birth, but she still took out a cigarette from her purse and lit it with trembling hands.
She had to calm down, or she would be heartbroken to death!
She hated Landon!
On the wedding night, Amara was a bit tired. She returned to the hotel first, took a bath, and lay on the sofa waiting for Kingsley who was seeing off guests and hadn't returned for an hour.
Amara dozed off for a while and then heard a slight noise at the door. She didn't bother opening her eyes, having instinctively recognized Kingsley's presence. She lounged lazily on the soft sofa, her long hair still damp and her bathrobe loosely tied, looking quite alluring.
Kingsley stood at the door, slowly closing it.
He took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, and looked at Amara for a moment before laughing softly.
"Why didn't you dry your hair? And you didn't cover yourself with a blanket while sleeping. What if you catch a cold?" he said this as he walked over and sat down beside Amara. "You're pregnant, and you should take care of yourself!"
Kingsley gently patted her plump leg, a very ordinary gesture between a husband and wife, but in this atmosphere, it seemed somewhat intimate.
Amara was too lazy to move, her hair spread out on the pillow, making her face look crystal clear.
Kingsley leaned over and kissed her. After the kiss, he said softly, "Without makeup, you look exactly the same as you did years ago. You don't look like a mother of two at all."
Amara hugged his neck and answered his earlier question, "Since I got pregnant, I sweat easily."
Kingsley's eyes deepened, and he suddenly laughed softly. "Let me check!"
Amara knew him well. When he said "check," that meant he wanted to have sex. She wanted to stop him but then thought, 'It's our wedding night; whatever he does can't be too bad.'
So she let him have his way, his hand slipping inside her white bathrobe. After a moment, Amara's cheeks turned a soft pink.
Kingsley's handsome face showed a hint of desire, his voice dropping lower. "You've been waiting for me?"
He always had to say it out loud. Amara couldn't stand him when he was like this. She lifted her body slightly, pressed softly against him, and pleaded, "Kingsley, don't say anymore!"
When Kingsley lowered his head to kiss her, after a while, he asked, "Shall I carry you to the bed?"
Amara didn't give a clear yes or no. She just clung to him, her slender arms around his lean waist, then slowly unbuckled his belt, making Kingsley's breathing quicken.
He thought, 'Marriage, how wonderful!'
Afterward, Kingsley was still not satisfied, but considering Amara, he stopped in time. They didn't go anywhere, just lying on the sofa chatting.
Amara said softly, "Caitlyn's leaving, she probably won't come back for a few years! I can tell she's avoiding Mr. Carter."
Kingsley was originally lazy, but hearing this, he smiled faintly, saying, "They had a good relationship, but Landon insisted on a political marriage! Now he's married but can't move on, and his wife is unsettled. What can Caitlyn do?"
He pinched Amara's nose and said, "Of course, she's avoiding him. After all, she hasn't forgotten him. They shared a bed for three years; it's impossible not to have any feelings."
Kingsley said this, feeling a bit resentful. He said again, "The days we've slept together aren't as many as theirs!"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he wanted to have sex again. Amara refused his demand, softly retorting, "And whose fault is that! Didn't you give me a check back then, saying I wasn't good enough for you? Have you forgotten?"
Kingsley immediately fell silent. He cupped Amara's face and kissed her, murmuring, "You said you wouldn't hold it against me!"
Amara kissed him back and responded, "Alright! We won't mention it anymore! Isn't it nice to be together now, with a sense of freshness? Kingsley, I regret it. I think I should go to Boston, so we can have some distance and let absence make the heart grow fonder!"
Kingsley said, "No way! You're my wife now, you have to listen to me!"
Amara said, "Then what are you to me?"
Kingsley replied, "Of course, I'm your husband!"
Amara tilted her head to find his lips, kissing him gently. "Then will you listen to me?" she asked.
Kingsley stared at her. After a moment, he smiled. "I'll handle everything outside, and you take care of everything at home. Does that sound good?"
He was used to being domineering, and Amara liked it. As for the important decisions, she couldn't be bothered to think about them. She found that having someone to rely on actually felt pretty good.
The wedding night was romantic and warm. Amara, nestled comfortably on the bed, couldn't help but think about the transformation that had taken place within her heart. She was married now, and she finally had a home.
Kingsley kissed her on the cheek, turned off the light, and said softly, "Good night. And happy wedding!"
In the fall, Jesse started preschool.
Meanwhile, Amara's belly grew bigger, and she started going to the office only twice a week. As fall turned to winter, she completely resigned to stay home and prepare for childbirth.
The following spring, she and Kingsley had their second child. As Kingsley had hoped, it was a girl. Her name was Dione Hawkins.
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