Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

1.Chapter 1 Exposed

January in Xosa had a bite to it, a chill that could cut through layers. Mikayla Salvatore breezed out of the mall, her white woolen coat bundled tight, leaving only her radiant face on display. She clutched her latest finds and slid into a private car. Settling into the warmth, her gaze fell on the shopping bags beside her, a joyful smile spreading across her face.

"Ms. Salvatore, Mr. Lindstrom is truly lucky to marry you!" Alfred, the driver, remarked with a warm smile.

"Oh, knock it off, Alfred," Mikayla chided, her face blushing slightly.

Her slender fingers lightly traced the texture of the black sweater in one of the bags, and an indescribable happiness filled her heart. The big day was almost upon them; in just three days, she and Jaxon Lindstrom would be exchanging vows.

With the countdown on, shopping had become her second occupation, always with her bestie in tow. Yet, she hadn't grabbed a thing for herself-it was all about what he would like.

Lost in thought, Mikayla barely noticed that Alfred pulled up in front of a small mansion and swung open her door. Carrying her purchases, Mikayla walked forward briskly. As she reached the door of the room, she blew on her hands for warmth and pushed the door open without a second thought.

She walked in on a shocking scene that stopped her dead in her tracks-two figures entangled on the bed, their passionate moans filling the room.

Suddenly aware of the door swinging open, their fervent activity came to a halt. Jaxon, the adoring and flawless fiancé in Mikayla's, looked up at her, his face flushed with desire, as if he couldn't quite grasp what was happening.

his yearning wasn't for Mikayla. Beneath him was a beautiful woman, clearly wanting more, pulling him closer with soft whimpers. When she spotted Mikayla, she grabbed a blanket in a panic to

hastily grabbed some clothes to cover his lower body. He stepped toward her

She held on to the shopping bag, as if seeking some kind of anchor, backing up into the

room.

minutes later, the once-bare couple sat fully dressed, squirming across from

Winona Salvatore,

past Winona, her eyes drilling into Jaxon, who hung his head

was unfazed, Winona stood up, clutching her abdomen miserably. "I won't keep the baby. It won't hold up your wedding, I swear! Please, don't blame Jaxon!"

She couldn't believe it-this was the same man who'd treated her like gold and proposed to her in front of everyone, saying, "Mikayla, in this life, I only

Mikayla said, her voice low and edged with sarcasm. But inside,

to reconcile the

to me in love. You've broken that, so we're

just three days away."

cold, hollow laugh. "What do you want me to do? Ignore your little side romance as if it never happened? Should I keep playing the loving wife while she sneaks around as the other woman?" Mikayla's words hung heavy in the air

there, silent as a statue. The good times they had shared flashed through her mind, stark