I Found New Love After Being Humiliated At My Wedding

Despite the awkwardness, I had no choice but to follow Zane inside.

For the entire day, it was just the two of us in the shooting range.

He stood close. His body was pressed against mine.

“Hold it with both hands, spread your arms, and focus on the target ahead.

“Relax your breathing, keep your eyes forward.

“Relax.”

Zane’s hands gripped mine. His chest was pressed tightly against my back. His warm breath brushed against my ear.

“Focus, or you’ll miss the target.”

Maybe it was because we were standing so close, I actually started having thoughts I should not be having.

Yet, there was an odd sense of familiarity that made it hard for me to place who Zane really was.

I cursed myself in my mind.

Just because he was good-looking did not mean I should feel this sense of deja vu. People did not even use such cliche pickup lines anymore.

Before I could focus again, Zane had already guided my hands. The gun fired.

Bang.

The bullet hit the bullseye.

I looked up. There was excitement in my eyes as I met his deep gaze.

He looked down at me. Suddenly, the atmosphere between us turned into something more intimate.

Maybe it was the dizzying atmosphere, or maybe he was far too irresistible.

I lost control for a moment.

I grabbed Zane’s collar and pulled him down toward me. Then, I pressed my lips against his.

I had only intended for a brief touch.

However, Zane’s gaze turned intense. He gripped my waist and deepened the kiss.

Lost in the heat of the moment, Zane lifted me into his arms and carried me toward the nearby lounge.

In the shower room, the sound of water echoed around us.

He had me pressed against the wall. The heat between us was rising with every moment.

His kisses were possessive. They left marks like blooming flowers across my skin.

I could barely handle it. My only option was to wrap my arms around his neck to catch my breath.

However, that small action seemed to excite him even more. He lifted me up, quickly dried us with a towel, and carried me to the bed.

Just when things were at their most intense, he stopped. His voice was husky as she asked me, “Are you sure about this? Once you’re with me, we will never be apart again.”

Panting and barely able to think straight, I nodded.

“Okay, we will never be apart.”

He nodded with satisfaction. His eyes were burning with affection, a fiery passion that seemed to engulf me.

“Good girl.”

He lowered his head and captured my lips with his. His touch became rougher. I could barely handle it. I gripped the bedsheets helplessly as I called his name.

“Oh, Zane…”

He brought his lips to my ear. There was a satisfied smile on his face. His voice was low, almost a whisper.

“This time, we’ll never be apart again.”

I was so lost in his kisses that my mind was slipping into a haze.

All my focus seemed to center on one spot, so I could not fully comprehend what he said.

Outside, I did not even notice when the rain began to fall. The sound of the rain pattered against the window had blended with the noises in the room.

Zane held my hands tightly. My senses became heightened until everything built up to the peak.

During my month abroad, one member of my family after another came to try to convince me to return and reconcile with Jake.

I refused them all.

Then came the phone calls, one after another. I blocked every single one.

Until tonight, at 9 p.m.

Normally, I would not be asleep that early, but after an hour of intense “workout,” I was so exhausted I could barely lift a finger. I clutched my pillow and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

It was then that a message popped up on my phone.

[Ms. James, where are you? What was said that day was just a joke. Please come back. Mr. Stevens has been looking for you.]

Zane saw the message on my phone. Without hesitation, he sent a reply.

[Lily James is dead. She jumped off the Eiffel Tower. Her body is in pieces now. You might want to hurry if you want to find her.

[Better be quick, or you might not even find all the parts.]