A Jam, A Ditch, A Better Match

Synopsis

Christmas gridlock had paralyzed the entire city. Terrified of being late, my groom Eric Lane actually kicked me out of the car, ordering me to trek back to the hotel on foot. He even claimed I walked too slowly, insisting he'd drive ahead and meet me once the traffic cleared up. I was the bride, for heaven's sake. Being forced to hike to my own wedding was simply unheard of. Panicked, I called his parents, hoping they would talk some sense into him. Instead, they praised Eric for being "practical" and demanded I hurry up and get to the venue. The whole wedding party was just sitting in their cars, waiting to see me make a fool of myself. Some of them were even filming the whole thing on their phones, laughing at me for being the first bride ever to walk to her own wedding all by herself. Seething with anger, I spun around and climbed into the Maybach parked right next to me. "Didn't you always say you couldn't stand your nemesis? Well, let's get married instead. Right now. Are you in?" I asked. Oliver Shaw looked at me, stunned, as if unable to believe his luck. Then, a wide grin spread across his face. "Hell yes. Let's go." When Eric and his whole family found out I'd married his sworn enemy, they were absolutely gutted with regret.