Ava's POV:
I stopped Coyle from feeding me alcohol as I didn't want to get drunk, then he kept drinking with his friends before I stood up.
"I will use the restroom," I whispered. He grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss; I could feel his wet lips on mine before he broke the kiss.
"Don't be too long, okay?"
I nodded and stood up. All of a sudden, I felt a strong force pull me; it was Yan.
He stood before me and glared at Coyle. "Hey…" Coyle scolded and stood up when Yan took a step closer to him as I hurried and stood between them.
"Yan," I scolded. What did he think he was doing?
"Don't push my limits, Ava," Yan warned, and I held Coyle's hand.
"Let's go,"
Coyle pulled his hand and pointed at Yan. "What right do you have to pull my woman from me?" Coyle asked before Manuella chimed in
"Did she come here to see you?"
I sighed, and Coyle held my hand, but Yan pushed him as he fell to the ground. His friends were about to fight Yan when some armed men pointed their guns at them.
"Touch her one more time, and I will kill you." Yan warned before he held my hand, but I didn't move. "Stop this madness, Yan," I scolded and ran to Coyle before I helped him up.
"Let's go," I held Coyle's hand and walked past Yan when he stopped me.
"You shouldn't do this," he said more of a warning, and I snorted. He should do whatever he wished to do.
Coyle glared at him. "She is my woman, and tomorrow we will sign the wedding certificates, so stay away from her," he warned, and I screamed inwardly.
Why did he have to tell Yan about out marriage tomorrow? Oh my God.
"You will get married?" Yan laughed before he stared at me. "You will marry him?"
"Yes," I didn't hesitate to answer.
"Good, say goodnight to my kids then," Yan blurted, and Coyle stared at me; even his friends were shocked.
Yan Earlton, the big fish in the business world, was the father of my triplets? They were probably wondering that, and it sounded cliche.
How did I even end up with such an obsessed and possessive man?
Yan turned and left with his men. I finally sighed in relief as Coyle dragged me out of the club. We got to his car as he pushed me as I hit my back on his car.
"Yan, are the triplets dad? When did you wish to tell me?" He asked, and I bit my lip nervously.
"Your company is doing well due to his investments; if I had told you, then would you have had a good business deal with him? There would have been a lot of bad blood," I explained, and he sneered.
"Keep my company out of this. We have been together for a year, and I just got to find out that Yan Earlton is the father of your triplets. Does Mike know about this?"
I nodded; of course he knew.
"Wow, I am so disappointed in you, Ava. I took those kids as mine, and all I expected from you was the truth." He was trying to make me guilty, and it was working; I just didn't have the guts to tell him.
And even if I did, he would have had a tough time believing me.
"Tomorrow we will get married as planned and fix all these matters later; go home," he frowned and got into his car and drove out.
How could he abandon me here alone? Has he lost it?
Luckily, a cab stopped before me and I got in; this was all Yan's fault... He was so impulsive and did things without even reasoning.
My phone rang; I checked the caller, and it was Yan... So I scoffed and turned off my phone; I will only turn it on when I am done signing the wedding certificate tomorrow.
*
The next morning, Mike had come and picked us up... me, Cynthia, and the kids as he drove to the civil affairs bureau.
I was dressed in a simple white gown and had a nervous look. "It's just to sign some papers; it's not like you will walk down the aisle again, so why do you look so nervous?" Cynthia whispered.
I didn't tell her about my encounter with Yan at the club and how Coyle had foolishly told him that we were getting married today, so she wouldn't understand.
We arrived and walked down the car. Coyle was already present alone as his parents had left the country the next day after our failed marriage; they had a business to run.
"Hey," he said, and I "hey-ed" him back.
We joined the line and waited for a while, then a lady walked out. "You can come in," she said, and we both walked in with our families behind us.
"Is that your aunt?" I whispered to Coyle, The lady was so young to be his aunt.
"No, maybe she didn't show up today," he whispered back.
After all the boring procedures, two certificates were shoved to us.
"Go on and sign," she said, and I was confused. Don't we usually sign the same certificate?
Coyle signed immediately, and I did the same. "Congratulations! Could you please wait outside while we get your certificate ready so you will finally be fully married" the lady explained.
We all walked outside and occupied a bench. "Congratulations, mother." Ryan smiled at me, but I could see his smile wasn't genuine.
They all didn't like this arrangement, and I could feel it, but it was for their good. They needed a dad, and Coyle was going to be that.
"Congratulations to us, Mrs. Watson." Coyle chuckled and I smiled back.
It wasn't long before the lady from earlier stood by the door and held a certificate before she read.
"The marriage certificate is ready, Mr. and Mrs. Earlton, please come forward," she blurted, and I got confused. Was I the only one who heard Earlton instead of Watson?
"You made a mistake; it's Mr. and Mrs. Watson... Unless you are not referring to this couple here," Mike explained, and the lady's brow furrowed.
"I don't think I made a mistake. This is a marriage certificate between Miss Ava Wood and Mr. Yan Earlton," she blurted, and I stood up hastily. What the fuck?
I was married to Yan Earlton instead. How in the name of reality is that even true? What sought of foul play was this.