Today is my wedding day. But here <b>I </b>am: pedaling a Citi Bike in a torn wedding dress.
“Babe, Aria’s car sick and can only ride in my Range Rover. You’re not on my way anyway, so just bike to the venue. You do it for work all the time, no biggie.“]]
That’s what my fiancé told me thirty minutes ago.]]
So yeah, that’s how I ended up here. On our big day, my own groom ditched me to give his childhood bestie a ride!]]
An hourter, <b>I </b>finally made it to the wedding venue. First thing I did? Pulled up my group chat “Trust Fund Rebels” and dropped the pettiest selfie of all time–me on this damn bike share.
But surprise! Within half an hour, every billionaire heir in NYC rolled up to my wedding… on bikes.[]
Dn–the city’s hottest CEO–hopped off his bike and immediately dropped to one knee: “Marry me instead. I’ll definitely buy out his family’spany as your wedding gift!“]
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One hour until showtime, and Ethan Matthews’s still MIA. I’m gonna bete to my own damn wedding.
My phone buzzes–finally, it’s him.
I pick up immediately: “Babe, where are you? What’s taking so long?”
Ethan sounds all apologetic on the other end:[]
“Sloane, listen… I can’t pick you up. Aria’s having a major car sickness episode.[]
She literally pukes in everyone else’s car, but she’s fine in my Range Rover.
Just got her, and you’repletely out of the way.
Just grab a bike and head over, yeah? You’re always biking around the city anyway.”
I’m stunned. The rage immediately hits me like a truck:]
“Ethan, are you out of your damn mind? This is OUR wedding day, not yours and Aria Williams’s![]
You’re ditching your bride to pick up your little bestie? Who exactly are you marrying here?”
“I’m in a freaking wedding dress, and you want me to bike there?!“]
He sighs heavily:
“It’s just transportation, Sloane. Look, I get it–your family doesn’t have money, you’ve never been in a luxury car.[]
You want to ride in my Range Rover so you can show off to your friends that you bagged a rich guy, right? I’ve been meaning to tell you–you’re getting way too materialistic.”
Chapter <b>1 </b>
A sweet, timid voice pipes up in the background: “Ethan, is Sloane upset? Just drop me off here, I’ll call someone else.[]
I know I get super nauseous, but don’t let her get the wrong idea. It’s her special day–just give in to her this once.“]]
“This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten in your car knowing she’d misunderstand.“]]
Ethan’s voice turns all gentle: “She’s just being materialistic, wanting to ride in my Range Rover to make her coworkers jealous.”
“I’m not gonna enable this kind of behavior.”
“She’s the type who gets monthly bike–share passes and hunts for coupon codes 24/7.
I’m marrying her to lift her out of that broke lifestyle, but she better not think she can walk all over me just because I said yes.“<b>] </b>
Afterforting his precious bestie, his tone turns ice–cold again:]]
Sloane, we’re getting married today. I don’t want to fight.[]
If you want to marry me, bike over. []
If you’re gonna keep throwing this tantrum, deal with the consequences yourself.”
Then he hangs up on me.
I check my phone–the wedding group chat is blowing up with Ethan and Aria’s friends.[]
Someone’s livestreaming the convoy rolling down Fifth Avenue, Ethan’s Range Rover in the lead.]
[Ethan’s so whipped for Aria lmao. Went a whole hour out of his way to get her]]
[Sloane’s doing the most rn. She should be grateful she’s marrying rich. Like girl, what more do you
want??]
[She was never on his level anyway. If Aria hadn’t moved to London, Sloane never would’ve had a shot. We all know who he really wants]]
Aria jumps in with a voice note: “Y’all need to chill. Sloane’s literally in this
Then she especially @me:[]
“Sloane babe, ignore them! They just think Ethan and I vibe better together–wait no, that came out wrong! I just meant once you hang with us more, they’ll totally ship you guys as well!“[]