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- Author: Maya Alden
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I was marrying the wrong woman, I thought as I slid the wedding band on
the ring finger of Esme Hartley in my cousin’s chambers in the Beverly
Hills Courthouse. She probably wanted a proper wedding, but I was too
heartbroken to go through that.
She was shorter than Viv, about five-two to Viv’s five-eight and my
six-two. She was curvier than Viv. Her hair wasn’t blond and straight; it was
black and wavy…a little out of control and messy. Her eyes were dark, not
blue. She didn’t wear much makeup, and I knew she wore glasses, which
her mother had yanked off her nose as she entered the chambers.
Judge Forest Knight was supposed to officiate Viv and my
wedding, but instead, he was marrying me to my fiancée…no, ex-fiancée’s
stepsister. Viv was now someone else’s wife. And I was someone else’s
husband; I reminded myself when Forest said we were husband and wife,
and I could kiss the bride. She looked up and smiled as if trying to comfort
me for being second best. I gave her a perfunctory kiss—a brush of my lips
I had married a woman eleven years my junior—she
was fucking twenty-three years old. Viv was a grown-up compared to Esme.
She was twenty-nine and a high-powered lawyer at one of the most
prestigious law firms in Los Angeles. Had Esme even graduated from
university? What was she studying? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know Esme. I
knew she went to the University of Washington in Seattle. Viv had gone to
Harvard, as had I. We were an Ivy League family, and here I was with
someone who couldn’t get into an Ivy despite her father’s wealth and
position. Not the sharpest pencil in the box, Viv had said about Esme. Then
I shrugged it off. Now she was a noose around my neck.
My mother was stiff; her parents were solicitous. My father was
in Asia and sent me a thumbs-up emoji when I told him I was getting
married to the wrong Hartley.
No one was happy about this.
I had no choice. The Hartley family business bylaws set up a couple
of generations ago were clear. Mergers require marriage—to keep the
business in the family. Who the fuck still did such archaic shit? I hadn’t had
a problem with it because I’d been in love with Viv—and she’d been in love
with me. We had been friends for five years and dated for one. We had been
engaged for six months, and the day before we were to be married,
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