Life Beyond I Do

Life Beyond I Do

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Introduction

"Say you're mine," Ryan demanded, his voice rough and raw, his hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "Say it, Lily."
"Bastard," I gasped, but my pussy was clenching around him, pulling him deeper. "You're such a bastard."
"Say it." He reached between us, finding my clit, circling it with his thumb in that way he knew drove me crazy.
"Say you're mine and I'll make you come."


From college sweethearts to getting married at the end of sophomore year, Lily thought she was the happiest bride in the world. She was so in love with Ryan that she missed the worried looks from her friends and parents. She ignored the fact that their marriage was a secret, the smell of other women’s perfume on Ryan, and how he always left when his phone rang. For two years, Lily held the marriage together by herself. She even spent her whole senior year secretly helping Ryan’s company with her technical skills, using a false name.

She gave everything—her love and her talent—but only got disappointment in return. Ryan said he missed her graduation because of traffic, but Lily saw him on the news with another woman at the hospital. Lily wanted to leave, but Ryan’s apologies and their physical closeness kept pulling her back. As her love faded, the baby growing inside her became the one thing holding her to him.

Will Lily find the courage to leave and start over, or will she stay trapped in her golden cage?

Chapter 1

Lily's POV

The ivory silk felt cool against my skin as I turned slowly before the three-paneled mirror. The boutique's VIP fitting room smelled of expensive fabric and possibility—the kind of place I'd only ever walked past before. Now here I was, watching a girl in a wedding dress spin in the reflection, her face flushed with happiness that felt almost too bright to be real.

"I can't believe this is happening," I whispered, smoothing down the simple A-line skirt. "It feels like a dream."

"Lily, sweetie." Megan's voice carried that careful tone she used when she was trying not to hurt my feelings. She knelt beside me, adjusting the hem with practiced hands. "Are you absolutely sure about this? You're only twenty..."

"And you barely know him." Ellie crossed her arms, her frown deepening the tiny crease between her eyebrows. "Two years isn't that long, Lily. Plus this whole secret wedding thing—I can't even tell my parents? That's just weird."

My fingers tightened on the delicate lace of my sleeves. I'd known this conversation was coming. They'd been dropping hints for weeks, gentle at first, then increasingly worried. But they didn't understand. They hadn't seen Ryan's face when his grandfather died, hadn't held him through those endless nights when the weight of Carter Industrial threatened to crush him. They didn't know what it was like to be someone's only safe harbor in a storm.

"He has his reasons," I said softly, meeting their eyes in the mirror. "Family complications. You know how it is with these old money families—everything has to be timed perfectly."

The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, but what else could I say? That I didn't really understand it myself? That sometimes late at night I wondered why the man who said he loved me needed to keep me hidden?

Megan exchanged a look with Ellie. "Lily—"

The door burst open.

Ryan stood in the doorway, and my breath caught. He looked exactly like what he was: a man who belonged in boardrooms and private clubs, not boutique fitting rooms on a Tuesday afternoon. His charcoal suit was perfectly tailored, his cedarwood cologne mixing with the room's floral air freshener, but his eyes—his eyes looked haunted.

"Ryan?!" Megan and Ellie gasped in unison.

"You can't be here!" Ellie practically shrieked. "It's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding!"

Megan was already pulling Ellie toward the door, shooting me a worried glance over her shoulder. "We'll just... give you two a minute."

The door clicked shut. Suddenly the spacious fitting room felt impossibly small, filled only with the sound of my heart hammering against my ribs and the rustle of silk as I turned to face him fully.

"Ryan?" My voice came out smaller than I intended. "What are you doing here? I thought we agreed—"

He crossed the room in three long strides and pulled me into his arms with a force that knocked the air from my lungs. His grip was almost desperate, like he was trying to anchor himself to something solid. I could feel his heart racing against my cheek, could feel the tremor in his hands as they pressed against my back.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Lily." His voice was rough, muffled against my shoulder. "You know I love you, right? You know that?"

I froze. The question itself wasn't strange—we said it to each other all the time. But the way he asked it, the raw desperation in his tone, made my stomach twist with an emotion I couldn't quite name.

"Of course," I whispered, my arms coming up to hold him back. "Of course I know—"

"No." He pulled back just enough to look at my face, his hands gripping my shoulders. His eyes were wild, almost fevered. "I need you to say it. Tell me. Tell me that I love you."

The fitting room tilted slightly. This wasn't right. People didn't ask to be told they loved someone—they just did. But looking at his face, seeing the desperation there, I felt my heart crack open with a tenderness that hurt.

He was under so much pressure, I thought. The company, his family, everything. He just needed reassurance. He needed to know I believed in him.

I cupped his face in my hands, forcing him to meet my eyes. "Ryan Carter," I said slowly, clearly, "you love me. I know you love me."

His shoulders sagged like I'd cut some invisible string holding him upright. "I'm sorry," he whispered, pulling me close again. "God, Lily, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what?" I tried to pull back to see his face, but he held me tighter. "You haven't done anything wrong. You don't need to apologize to me."

He didn't answer. Just held me like that for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes. Then his phone buzzed—once, twice, three times. He ignored it until the fourth buzz, when I felt him glance at the screen over my shoulder.

In that brief moment, I caught a glimpse of the name on the display: Chloe.

My heart stuttered. I didn't know who Chloe was—he'd never mentioned that name before. But something about the way his whole body tensed, the way his grip on me tightened for just a fraction of a second before he let go, sent a chill down my spine.

First he'd broken the wedding superstition, showing up when he shouldn't have. Now a woman I didn't know was texting him urgently enough to make him look like that.

"I have to go," he said abruptly, releasing me so suddenly I stumbled slightly in my heels. "There's an emergency. I'll—I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow. I promise."

And then he was gone, leaving only the ghost of his cologne and the imprint of his fingers on my shoulders.

And that name, burning in my mind like a brand: Chloe.

I stood there in my wedding dress, staring at the closed door, trying to understand what had just happened. The silk suddenly felt too tight, too heavy, like it was trying to suffocate me.

The door flew open again. Megan and Ellie rushed in, their faces a mixture of concern and something that looked almost like anger.

"Lily." Ellie's voice was sharp. "Did you smell that?"

I blinked. "Smell what?"

"The perfume." She crossed her arms. "Ryan reeked of jasmine. Women's perfume, Lily. Not just a little bit—a lot."

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