I Married Another Man While My Uncle Lover Watched

Chapter 7

For three straight days, Ethan Sullivan was nowhere to be seen.

But the updates? They kept rolling in, each one more fabricated than the last.

Uncle Theodore and Uncle Samuel had both come to Riverdale, and Uncle Nathan even flew in just for me. They'd arranged a farewell dinner in the city.

Ethan showed up, too.

One moment, he was supposedly tied up in meetings.

The next, he walked in looking perfectly put together, standing right outside the private dining room.

When our eyes met, he actually looked surprised.

He hadn't known I'd be here.

He hadn't even realized it was my farewell dinner.

"Uncle," I greeted, my voice flat.

Before Ethan could say anything, Olivia Green, glued to his side, stepped forward, extending a perfectly manicured hand.

"You must be his niece, right? I'm Olivia Green, your uncle's fiancée."

I expected Ethan to be at least a little embarrassed. Maybe flustered.

But I'd underestimated him.

He didn't even blink. "You should call her Aunt Olivia."

Everyone exchanged pleasantries, and we all took our seats.

During dinner, Olivia suddenly kicked me under the table.

Hard.

I flinched. "What was that for?"

She blinked innocently, putting down her chopsticks. "Oh no, sweetie, I'm so sorry. I was trying to tap Ethan's foot… didn't realize it was yours."

Right. Because a kick feels just like a gentle nudge.

I shot her a glare. Ethan, of course, rushed to defend her.

"She didn't mean it. Don't act like such a spoiled little princess."

The tension at the table was thick enough to cut.

Uncle Theodore quickly tried to smooth things over.

"You two can flirt at home. Let's keep things civil here, alright?"

I bit my tongue and lifted the tablecloth.

Sure enough, a dark bruise was already forming on my foot.

"By the way, Theo," Uncle Samuel said, turning to my father, "did you ever find out why Mr. Williams suddenly decided to take Sophia back home?"

"With that temper of his?" My dad gave a dry laugh. "I didn't dare ask."

And just like that, every gaze shifted to me.

Including Ethan's.

"It's nothing serious," I said softly. "I just… want to go home."

"When are you leaving, sweetie?" Olivia piped up, all sugary concern. "I'd love to see you off."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why would that concern you?"

Instantly, her eyes filled with tears, her expression the perfect portrait of wounded innocence.

The room fell silent under the weight of their stares.

I couldn't breathe.

"I need some air," I muttered, pushing back my chair.

But the moment I stood, pain shot up my leg. I stumbled, barely keeping myself upright.

I didn't see the way Ethan's expression shifted, something sharp, something worried, as I limped out of the room.

Outside, my phone buzzed.

Ethan: Is your foot okay? Want me to take a look?

Ethan: It's not what you think with Olivia. I'll explain everything once we get back.

I stared at the messages, stunned.

My fingers hovered over the screen, typing something.

Then I erased it. Word by word.

I headed to the restroom, needing the cold air and bright lights to snap me out of my head.

As I washed my hands, I caught a glimpse of movement in the mirror, two shadows, one tall, one petite.

For a second, I thought I was imagining things.

Then I turned.

Ethan had Olivia pinned against the wall.

Kissing her.

Really kissing her.

I knew exactly what he looked like when he was drowning in desire.

And right now… he looked no different.

Olivia tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him toward her neck.

The sight made me sick.

I spun around to leave, too fast.

My elbow smacked into the soap dispenser, sending it crashing to the floor.