My Ex Live-Streamed Our Wedding Just to Divorce Me

On the day of our wedding, Nicole Sullivan live-streamed and made a heartfelt confession to the entire internet.

"Happy wedding, my dear husband," she said, her voice filled with sweetness.

But in the blink of an eye, she ripped my suit apart and grinned cruelly.

"Happy divorce, Lawrence McDermott."

Tears of joy froze on my face, and laughter erupted throughout the venue.

I stood there, completely stunned, as she leaned into her so-called assistant's arms and spoke, "If you hadn’t fought Charles for that brooch a week ago, I wouldn’t have done this to you. Once you finally apologize and he cools off, then I’ll marry you."

But what Nicole had forgotten was that the brooch was my family's heirloom, passed down from my dad.

Just like that, I became the laughingstock of the entire internet.

Meanwhile, Nicole and her assistant, Charles Hughes, quickly became the nation’s favorite “couple.”

Three months later, after they’d finished their whirlwind trip around the world, Nicole asked lazily over breakfast, “Has Lawrence apologized yet?”

“Miss Sullivan… Mr. McDermott has gotten married.”

——

"Aunt Diana, it was her choice not to marry me," I said to the woman in front of me.

The study was dimly lit. Nicole’s mother, Diana, sat at her desk, her face etched with deep worry.

She sighed deeply and replied, "I thought, with our families being so close, our children could...but, forget it, Lawrence. Feelings aren’t something you can force."

She handed me the engagement contract along with a check bearing the word "VOID" stamped on it.

"Leave now," Aunt Diana added, "and fill in the amount on the check yourself."

I left, leaving the check behind.

Our families had been close for years, and they arranged my engagement to Nicole. Although there were some practical benefits to the marriage as a strategic match, to be fair, aside from Nicole, the Sullivans hadn’t wronged me. And I wouldn’t accept a single penny from her mother.

As I stepped out of the villa, the scorching sun overhead reminded me of the day I first met Nicole.

It was a day just like this, under the blazing sun.

She had been like a rare, unattainable flower, and I fell for her instantly.

Once, Nicole looked me up and down with a sneer.

"You’ve got some looks, but don’t even think about taking what’s not yours."

I had thought she was talking about the Sullivan’s wealth, and I was just some guy driven by money.

For three years, I tried to show her that I wasn’t after her family’s wealth.

When Charles Hughes returned from abroad, Nicole eagerly made him her executive assistant. That’s when I realized what she had truly meant all along was her love for him.

I couldn’t bear the thought of those three years being wasted, so I clung to our engagement with everything I had.

But now...

I tossed the torn engagement letter into the trash can.

Just then, my phone buzzed with a new message:

[I’m leaving. If you’re really not going to say yes, then we’ll never see each other again.]

I stared at the screen for a moment before typing back:

[I accept.]

Not long after I sent the message, my phone rang.

“You’re not just saying this to get back at her, are you?” a woman’s voice asked on the other end.

Without hesitation, I replied, “I swear on my father’s name, I’m not lying to you.”

There was a pause, followed by the sound of a slow, steady breath.

Then she said softly, “I’ll treat you well.”

I smiled.

To her, that was the most loving thing she could say.

...

The flight tickets arrived soon after.

I was leaving tonight, so I went back to the villa to pack. But as I pushed the door open, I saw Nicole, who is usually never home, waiting for me.

"Have you thought it through?"

In the darkness, her voice was cold.

"The brooch... will you let him have it?"

I gripped the brooch over my chest.

Nicole continued, "Charles comes from a poor family. Luxury items are something he’s only started experiencing in the past two years. He doesn’t blame you for taking what’s his; he just wanted your brooch. What’s the matter, aren’t you satisfied?"

She stepped down, looked up, and moved closer to me.