My Fiancée Sent Me to Jail for Her Assistant,Now She Begs for Me Back

My fiance Jean Hensonstill in her wedding dressrefused to walk down the aisle. Because I wouldn't grovel to her male assistant, Basil Chavez.

Jean, the guests are already here.

I frowned, reminding her to stop acting like a child.

She turned on me without warning.

She stared me down, cold as stone. "When you get on that stage, you're going to apologize to Basil in front of everyone. If he forgives you, I'll marry you."

My brows knotted together. "And if I don't?"

"Then there's no wedding."

Jean pulled off her veil and dropped it into the trash can.

"You're serious?"

I asked her one more time.

"That apology is nonnegotiable."

"Hah."

"Your bottom line. So Basil Chavez is the one you actually protect."

"Fine. I'll give you exactly what you want."

I took out my phone and dialed.

"Notify the guests. The wedding is off."

After I hung up,

Jean stared at me, stunned.

In those bright eyes of hers, I saw nothing but shock and disbelief.

She'd been so sure that threatening to cancel would be enough to make me kneelso certain I'd never dare cross her. I'd spent two full years chasing her, after all.

"Jean Henson, this is exactly what you asked for."

I dropped that line and turned to leave.

Jean's mouth opened, but nothing came outthe words stuck somewhere behind her teeth.

It was Basil who rushed over to block my path.

I looked at him, frowning.

"Paddy, this is your wedding day with President Henson. Nearly every guest is already seated."

"You two can't just cancel the whole wedding because of me."

"I don't need your apologyjust don't walk away from President Henson. I'm begging you."

I looked at the bruise darkening around his eye

and felt a cold smirk pull at the corner of my mouth.

Then I glanced back at Jean, whose face had gone ashen.

"Aren't you the one she'd go to war for?"

"Why don't you two just get married right here?"

Basil scrambled to explain. "Paddy, you've got the wrong idea about me and President Henson. There's absolutely nothing between us."

"Enough!"

"Don't explain anything to him."

"Let him go!"

Jean shot to her feet, glaring at me. "Paddy Cobb, you're the one who came crawling after me like a stray dog. And today you're the one throwing me away."

"Once you walk through that door, I hope you don't regret it!"

That actually made me laughthe kind of laugh that comes out when you're too angry to do anything else.

She was the one who forced my hand.

Threw away her own fianc for another man.

Threatened to boycott her own wedding.

I gave her exactly what she demanded, and now

she was pinning every last bit of blame on me.

A woman like that? Good riddance.

"You two really are made for each other."

I turned to leave.

Jean screamed after me, her voice cracking with rage. "Paddy Cobb, you don't get to walk out without apologizing to Basil!"

"If you don't, I'm calling the police!"

Refusing to marry me over Basil Chavez was already insane enough.

Now she was threatening to call the police?

I stopped mid-step and turned to stare at her.

"What did you just say?"

I looked like I hadn't heard her right.

"I said, apologize or I call the police!"

Jean's voice cut through the room.

I went quiet.

She took that for fear and started walking toward me.

When she stopped right in front of me,

we stood face to face, inches apart, eyes locked.

We used to be so in love that the air itself tasted sweet whenever we were together. Only now did I finally wake up. In her eyes, I was just the sparea man who could be swapped out for someone else whenever it suited her.

"Paddy, you know where Basil came from. You know how hard he had to claw his way to where he is now. His parents, his sisters, they're all proud of him."

"That punch didn't just injure himyou crushed his dignity in front of everyone. Do you have any idea how much he's cried these past few days?"

"His coworkers are treating him like a joke. Behind his back they're saying he's a nobody who doesn't know his place."

"Every bit of humiliation he's suffered is because of you."

"All you have to do is apologize, and this whole thing goes away."

"The wedding goes on as planned."

Jean said all of this like it was the most reasonable thing in the world.

She even looked at me with judgment in her eyes.

But she didn't know why I'd hit Basil.

She'd never once bothered to askjust chose his side without a second thought.

This had nothing to do with an apology anymore. Jean's stance told me exactly where her heart was.

Her own fianc mattered less to her than her assistant. It would have been funny if it weren't so pathetic.

"It's fine, President Henson. Paddy didn't mean to hit me. If he doesn't want to apologize, that's okay. It's a small thing. I'll... I'll swallow it."

"As for the coworkers laughing at me, let them laugh."

"It's not like it's going to kill me."

The more gracious Basil acted, the more convinced Jean became that I was dead wrong.

Unforgivably wrong.

"Hmph!"

"Basil, stop making excuses for him. He's had it too easy for too longnow he actually thinks he's somebody."

"Don't worry. I'll make sure he pays for this."

The moment she finished, Jean pulled out her phone and dialed the police right in front of me.

She didn't hit call right away, though.

She looked at me. "Are you going to apologize or not?"

I shook my head. Calm.

"Fine. Have it your wayyou won't cry until you see the coffin."

"If you won't apologize, then go sit in a cell and think about what you've done."

I watched her make the call.

When the police officers arrived at the dressing room,

she pointed at me. "He assaulted someone."

They asked me if it was true.

I didn't argue. Didn't explain.

"She's right. I did."

And so,

on my wedding day, the police took me away.

When the news spread,

every friend and relative we had couldn't believe it.

Assault. Eight months.

Before I went in,

Jean came to the detention room to see me.

She looked at me coldly, and her voice dropped the temperature of the room by several degrees.

"I asked you to apologize. I didn't ask you to jump off a building."

"Was saying 'I'm sorry' really that hard?"

"Did you have to go to prison to be happy?"

I leaned back in the chair and looked at her without expression.

"Spit it out."

Her face tightened. "You're absolutely hopeless. Eight months isn't that long. Consider it a lesson. And at least it gives Basil some closure."

"I've already spoken with the hotel. The wedding is postponed. Once you're out, we proceed as planned."

"Use every one of those eight months to reflect on what you did."

"And when you walk out of here, I want to hear you say it to my facethat you were wrong."

She didn't give me a chance to speak. Jean stood up and walked out, and I was transferred from the detention center to the local prison.

Eight months gone, just like that.

The day I got out, Jean came to pick me up in a wedding dress.

Of course I thought she was there to keep her promiseshe'd said the wedding would go ahead the moment I was released.

"Paddy, it's been a while."

"Get in."

Jean in that wedding dress was almost unreal, the kind of beautiful that shuts your brain off before you can think straight. No man walks away from a woman who looks like that.

She smiled at me. Not a trace of guilt in her eyes for having me arrested and locked away for eight months.

I waved her off. "No need. I'll take the bus."

I paused.

Then added, "By the way, the wedding's off. I'm calling it."

Jean froze. "Calling it off?"

"Yes."

I nodded.

"Paddy, just get in. You'll see for yourself when we arrive."

"See what?"

"Get in."

She opened the door for me herself.

She had that looksomething she wasn't telling me. Curiosity got the better of me, and the bus still hadn't shown, so I climbed in.

On the way back,

Jean asked, "Was it hard? Life in prison?"

"It was fine."

"Take this."

She handed me a bank card.

"What's this for?"

"There's money on it. Call it compensation for your time inside. I hope this whole experience taught you something."

"Don't make a mistake like that again."

I laughed.

I didn't reach for the card. Instead I asked her, "Tell mewhat exactly did I do? Kill someone? Burn something down?"

"I threw one punch."

"And that was enough for you to call the police on me?"

Jean sighed. "So you still haven't let it go. Fine. Just take the card. Consider it your living expenses from now on."

I refused.

"I don't need it."

Her brows drew together. "No family, no job, no incomewithout this money, how exactly do you plan to survive?"

"That's not your concern."

"I won't starve."

Jean let out a helpless laugh. "You never change, do you. Stubborn to the bone."

She didn't bring up the card again.

Twenty-some minutes later,

the car stopped in front of the same hotel where she and I were supposed to have gotten married eight months ago.

"We're here."

Jean prompted me.

I stepped out, looked up at the hotel, and frowned.

When we reached the entrance to the banquet hall,

I saw Basil Chavez.

Sharp suit, hair slicked to a shine, looking every inch the groom. He spotted Jean and me stepping out of the elevator and waved us over with a grin.

"There's my wifeover here!"

I stiffened.

His eyes were locked on Jean the whole time.

Once we were close enough,

Basil stepped forward and caught Jean's hand, already fussing. "Tired from the drive?"

Jean shook her head with a smile. "Not at all."

Only then did Basil turn to me.

"Paddy, long time no see."

"Didn't think you'd actually show."

"Thanks for coming to our wedding. Mine and Jean's."

He didn't need to tell me. Their wedding photo was right there, the two of them beaming, hung dead center at the entrance to the banquet hall.

I looked at them both and almost laughed.

"So that's what this was. Waiting at the prison gates in a wedding dress, letting me believe you were taking me to our ceremonywhen the whole point was dragging me here to watch you marry Basil Chavez."

"You did this to humiliate me?"

I held Jean's gaze, perfectly calm.

She said nothing.

Basil jumped in. "Paddy, don't misunderstand. It was my idea for her to pick you up."

"No one's trying to humiliate you. We just hoped you'd be happy for us."

Jean let out a cold scoff. "You're the one who wanted to call off the engagement. Now you've got exactly what you wanted. Stay for the reception, finish your drink, and then you can leave."

I didn't leave. I stayed, just as they wanted, and sat through the wedding.

Many of the guests Jean had invited knew me.

When they saw me there, they assumed I'd make a scene before the night was over.

As for Basil, he waited until Jean was busy with other things.

Then he sidled up and whispered in my ear, "Paddy, sorry about stealing your woman. But I gotta sayher body? Unreal. We've done things you wouldn't believe. I asked her. She told me you two never tried any of it."

I gave him a sidelong glance.

He kept smiling. "You were right last time. I conned her on purpose. Her body, her moneyI want all of it. Not my fault she's stupid enough to hand it over."

He patted my shoulder and dropped his voice even lower. "But hey, don't sweat it. Once I've used her up and gotten bored, I'll give her back. You can marry her then. Play house. Give her a warm little home."

Everything Basil said was calculated to make me snap, to goad me into throwing a punch.

He miscalculated.

I smiled faintly and let my gaze drift to Jean in the distance, her face bright with a happy smile. "She chose this road herself. She can crawl to the end of it on her knees."