Chapter 179
Sophia Montgomery stood among the crowd, her presence striking.
Her courage was beyond what most could fathom.
To me, Sophia had always been the purest light in my life. I was determined to rescue her from this sea of suffering.
Her bravery was something only those who had witnessed it could truly understand.
And now, Alexander Kensington saw it firsthand.
He thought to himself—Ethan Blackwood wasn’t married yet. Even if he was single, it wasn’t unreasonable for him to have admirers.
Alexander wanted to fulfill Sophia’s wish, but he also wanted to win her heart.
The car soon arrived at the wedding venue.
It was a secluded mountain villa—modest in size, yet elegant in its simplicity. Ethan had deliberately kept the ceremony low-key.
First, his mother had just passed away, and he didn’t want an ostentatious celebration. Second, he didn’t love Isabella Thornton. He was marrying her purely out of obligation—she was carrying his child.
So, Ethan had chosen to keep things understated.
Even so, a Blackwood wedding was still a grand affair by any standard.
A long red carpet stretched from the villa all the way to the road, flanked by vibrant flowers despite the winter chill.
Guests streamed in, their luxury cars lining the entrance. A few curious onlookers lingered at the edges of the red carpet.
Sophia nearly leapt from the car, but Alexander held her back.
"Sophia, if you want to confess to Ethan, you need to listen to me. The Blackwood security is everywhere—dozens, maybe hundreds of guards. If you step out now, they’ll remove you before you even get close to him."
Sophia’s eyes burned with urgency. "Then what do I do?"
"Ethan hasn’t arrived yet. Wait. When he and Isabella step out of the car, that’s your moment."
Alexander’s voice was firm, though he wasn’t entirely sure if this was the right choice.
While Sophia wasn’t looking, he discreetly sent a text message.
Sophia nodded. "Fine. I’ll wait."
They sat in silence for half an hour before a procession of cars finally appeared.
At the lead was a sleek black Aston Martin.
The car stopped at the end of the red carpet.
Ethan stepped out first—immaculate in a tailored suit, a bow tie, and a "Groom" pin on his lapel.
He opened the car door for his bride but didn’t carry her out like most grooms would.
His expression remained cool, detached.
But no one was surprised. Ethan Blackwood was known for his icy demeanor.
Isabella, however, didn’t seem to mind.
She had finally won him.
Today, she would become Mrs. Blackwood.
Clutching his arm, she stepped onto the red carpet in her stunning wedding gown.
"Wait!"
A voice cut through the air like thunder.
Ethan and Isabella turned.
Sophia stumbled forward, her gaze locked onto Ethan.
"Ethan, you can’t marry her. The one you should be marrying is me!"
Silence fell.
Even Christopher Carter, standing nearby, froze.
Isabella had expected Sophia might show up—but seeing her now sent a chill down her spine.
Ethan still had feelings for Sophia.
And Sophia wasn’t crying. She was calm.
Deadly calm.
Ethan’s voice was glacial. "What did you just say?"
Sophia grabbed his arm. "I know why you’re marrying her. You don’t love her. You’re doing this because she saved your life and is carrying your child."
She took a deep breath.
"But Ethan, that girl wasn’t her."
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"It was me."
The words hung in the air.
Then chaos erupted.
"Lies!" Elizabeth Thornton stormed forward, her face twisted in fury. "Sophia, you ungrateful wretch! How dare you ruin my daughter’s wedding?"
Isabella’s eyes welled with tears. "Ethan… she’s lying. If she was really carrying your child, why wait until now to tell you?"
Ethan said nothing.
He hadn’t expected this.
Not here. Not like this.
Sophia had always been unpredictable, but this—this was something else entirely.
Just yesterday, she had publicly denounced him, thrown her phone at his feet, and walked away.
He thought he’d never see her again.
Yet here she was, standing before him, claiming his child was hers.
His jaw tightened.
Sophia Montgomery never failed to surprise him.
And right now, he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.
His eyes darkened with something dangerous.
Something lethal.