Chapter 6: Mrs. Ashford

Ethan opened the box. “Will you marry me, Maya Sterling?”

Maya’s eyes widened as she froze on the spot. What? Just like that? Her heart began to race, beating so loudly in her chest she could barely hear anything else. Her mind went blank. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes,” he said calmly.

That was when she noticed he had already moved himself closer, stopping right in front of her. Before she could even react, he slipped the ring on her finger.

She just stared at it, the diamond sparkling under the light.

“Be ready tomorrow,” he said simply, closing the box with a soft click.

***

Maya woke up to the shock of cold water splashing across her face and body. She gasped loudly, jolting upright as the icy chill made her shiver. The air in the room was just as cold, fanning her soaked clothes.

She shivered, instinctively hugging herself as droplets rolled down her arms.

She looked up to find Nelly standing by the bed with an empty bucket dangling from her hand and that usual wicked glare on her face.

“Get up, you freak,” Nelly snapped.

Maya blinked. “What was that for?” she managed to say.

“Shut up,” Nelly scoffed. “I’m not even ready for you this morning. It’s your wedding, and you’re sleeping?”

Maya glanced around. The sheets were completely soaked, water pooling at the edge of the bed. Her hair was dripping, sticking to her neck. She pushed a few strands behind her ear.

“I guess the bed was way too soft for you, huh? Got a little too comfortable. Get the hell up.”

Maya bit her lip and slowly got off the bed, squeezing the ends of her wet nightgown.

Nelly gave her a glare. “Huh? What’s that look on your face, you ungrateful thing? You should be grateful you’re getting married to a multi-billionaire like Ethan Ashford.”

Maya’s lips parted slowly. “It was supposed to be you, wasn’t it? So why aren’t you grateful?”

Nelly’s jaw clenched. “please. Didn’t you hear what Mom said?”

“I…know that was a lie,” Maya said softly.

Nelly smirked. “Oh, you’re smart. We all seem to figure things out, don’t we?” She began twirling a strand of her perfectly combed hair. “Ethan is handsome, stinkingly rich, and all that…but there’s just one problem.”

She paused dramatically, then continued. “He’s in a wheelchair. Look, I’m beautiful, hot, and I don’t need to be bound to someone who can’t even walk beside me. Get that?”

Maya stared at her. So that was it. She just knew it. That was the real reason Mrs. Sterling had made up that flimsy excuse about Nelly being busy with college.

Maya’s throat tightened. For them, she wasn’t a daughter. She was a solution. A replacement bride.

Over an hour later, they were now down from the vehicle and walking into the church.

Maya was made to wear heels that were six inches long. She barely ever wore heels, and it was so hard to walk in these. It felt like her ankles were shaking. She tried not to trip as they walked.

“Get a grip on yourself,” Nelly glared at her.

Maya just managed to walk, holding up the dress so she wouldn’t fall. It was all too much, the heavy gown, the glittering jewelry, the veil that kept brushing against her face.

It felt like her body was weighing three times its usual weight.

The doors opened wide, and they began walking down the aisle.

There weren’t many guests, just a few, seated neatly on either side. Still, Maya felt every single eye on her. She could hear the whispers.

“Oh, the countryside girl.”

“That’s her?”

Some people even laughed softly behind their hands.

The little flower girl began spreading petals ahead of her, and Maya forced herself to keep moving, even though she just wished the ground would open up and swallow her.

At the altar, Ethan was already seated in his wheelchair. Beside him stood a young man, probably in his twenties, who looked to be his best man.

Maya was led forward by one of the maids since her own mother wasn’t there.

Then, the priest’s voice echoed gently through the hall.

“We are gathered here today to unite Ethan Ashford and Maya Sterling in holy matrimony.”

The words made her breath hitch. Everything that followed felt like a blur, from the verses, the vows, the prayers. She could barely hear them. Her mind was spinning too fast to catch up.

Then suddenly, the next thing she heard the priest say, was. “Do you, Ethan Ashford, take Maya Sterling to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” Ethan replied without hesitation.

Maya’s gaze snapped to him. He didn’t even blink. It was as though he was confirming a business deal.

Then, the priest turned to her.

“And do you, Maya Sterling, take Ethan Ashford to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Her stomach twisted. Her palms were cold and sweaty beneath the bouquet. Lawfully wedded husband kept echoing in her head, over and over again.

She glanced at Mrs. Sterling, whose glare was sharp, warning her not to say anything foolish.

Maya’s throat went dry.

“I… I do.”

The priest smiled faintly. “Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

There was a round of applause. A few guests smiled, others whispered again.

The priest turned to Ethan. “You may now—”

Before he could finish, Ethan simply reached forward, not for her lips, but for her hand. He lifted it and placed a brief kiss on her knuckles. His eyes didn’t even meet hers as he did it. The entire gesture looked distant.

Mrs. Sterling’s fake tears sparkled as she dabbed at her eyes with a napkin.

“Oh, they look so perfect together,” she whispered dramatically. Nelly scoffed softly beside her.

Maya didn’t move. Her heart still hadn’t caught up to what was happening.

Then Ethan turned his chair slightly toward the side table where a man had already set down the marriage papers. “Let’s finish this,” he said calmly.

Maya followed, her hands trembling as she picked up the pen. She tried to steady her breathing as she signed.

Ethan signed next. The priest smiled again. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Ashford.”

Maya froze at that name. Mrs. Ashford. Would she ever get used to it?

Ethan’s best man moved to wheel him toward the exit. He didn’t say a word. Not even a glance.

Maya followed behind him slowly, the train of her dress dragging across the floor. Her mind was blank.

Outside, camera flashes blinked. Mrs. Sterling pushed her forward lightly.

“Smile, dear. You’re a married woman now,” she hissed through her teeth.

Maya forced a weak smile, looking at Ethan’s unreadable expression as he faced the car waiting for them.

And she knew for certain, her life had just changed.