Part 2My Boyfriend Left Me Without Hesitation After His Goddess Slit Her Wrists

I peeked out of the doorway, scanning the ballroom.

The guests were almost all seated, and it was nearly time for the ceremony.

I looked from left to right, front to back—ugh, not a single man worth considering.

Of course, my most handsome guy friend wasn’t picking up his phone. He’s killing me here.

I couldn’t embarrass myself. That was my bottom line.

Just when I was starting to lose hope, I spotted my dad walking toward the front of the room, dragging someone along.

“Ethan, I really appreciate you coming all the way here straight from the airport…” Dad was beaming as he introduced the man beside him, a tall, handsome guy with an air of mystery.

His name was Ethan Cooper.

Dressed in a sharp suit, he looked as flawless as ever, his features both striking and refined.

And just like that, the answer to my dilemma appeared.

He was perfect—someone I knew well, someone who would make an impression.

Without a second thought, I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found his number.

I hesitated for a moment before calling. It had been a long time since I last used it, back when I was studying abroad.

Ethan had been a chess buddy of my dad’s. They had once competed in a national amateur tournament together, with Ethan emerging victorious.

At the time, Ethan was only 19, while my dad was 43. Ever since, they’d maintained a close friendship, despite the age difference.

Even though Ethan is only eight years older than me, my dad insisted I call him “Uncle Ethan.”

Now, at 34, Ethan Cooper was wealthy, charming, good-looking, and successful. The only thing missing in his life was a good wife.

And hey, what a coincidence…

The phone rang a couple of times before Ethan picked up, his voice calm and steady.

“Hello?”

“Uncle Ethan, could you come to the Bridal Suite? I need a favor.”

“Something urgent?”

He got it right away. That’s why they call him “uncle,” I guess.

“Yeah, it’s pretty urgent.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

I watched as Ethan stood up without even telling my dad where he was going. He asked a server for directions and started walking my way.

Two knocks later, I opened the door and pulled him inside before anyone else could see.

My best friend had already been shooed out so I could save face in case Ethan said no.

“Uncle Ethan, I need your help.”

“Go ahead.”

I pointed to Jack’s backup suit, giving him the best pleading look I could muster.

“If you’re not in a rush, could you…just marry me today?”

He raised an eyebrow, immediately catching on.

“Did your fiancé bail, or are you the one with regrets?”

Eight years of knowing him meant he could read the situation like a book.

Seeing him there reminded me of when I was a mischievous kid. I’d tried to prank him once with some friends, but it ended with him outsmarting all of us.

Back then, when my friends and I had a falling out, he’d said something that stuck with me.

“Trust is the foundation of any partnership. If suspicion outweighs trust, it’s no surprise things fall apart.”

So, I told him everything—about Jack and Samantha.

He listened intently.

“So, he ran, and now you regret it too?”

I nodded firmly. Absolutely no doubt about it.

Jack could go be with whoever he wanted. I, Nina Woodson, wasn’t about to look back.

“I’d rather stay single my entire life than marry someone like Jack.”

Ethan gently covered my mouth with his hand, a mysterious smile on his face.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

He glanced at Jack’s suit and shook his head.

“This fabric is terrible, the colors are all wrong, and the sleeves are too short. I can’t wear this.”

I looked him over again and realized Ethan was taller than Jack.

Well, thank you, Samantha. Not only did I get a new groom, but he’s taller, too.

“TOM!” Ethan called, his assistant immediately responding. “Grab the backup suit from my car. And tell them I’ll wait in the Groom's Suite, not the main ballroom.”

After everything was arranged, Ethan gave me a light pat on the shoulder.

“See you soon, my fiancée.”