Steffy's POV
"Stop the wedding!" Wyatt shouts as her rushes down the aisle to where Liam and Hope stand stunned. And to think they thought I would be the one to ruin their happy day.
I sat comfortably, or at least as comfortably as I could given the situation, in my pew a few rows back.
Hope was certainly unhappy about my presence, but didn't object. In fact, she personally invited me. She was trying to be magnanimous I suppose. Either that or she was content to drive the knife in a little further about the fact that she had won. It was probable the latter. That and she didn't want to explain the bad blood between her and me, to my unborn child and her soon-to-be stepdaughter.
Still, she kept her gaze trained on me when the minister asked if anyone wanted to object, and had kept glancing at me throughout.
She was much to focussed on me to expect anything from Wyatt.
Not that I would've objected.
I'd said everything I needed to say to Liam and nothing that happened or didn't happen here today was going to change anything.
He had made his choice and I had made mine.
I was confident, and secure in my decision, he should be too.
Though, knowing Liam he probably wasn't.
And therein lied the problem.
He was never sure of what he wanted, or who he loved.
But I was certainly over it.
I watched silently as Wyatt ran to the altar, pulled Liam aside, much to Hope's annoyance, and spoke to him in hushed tones.
No doubt he was telling Liam how Bill had fooled him, orchestrating everything to incriminate me, and make Wyatt believe that we had carried on an affair.
When Liam's shocked eyes connected with mine in the audience, it was my cue to leave.
As quickly as I could in my long dress, and the weight of my stomach in front of me, I fled the Forrester Mansion, where we had once shared our happiest moments, and made my way back to my home.
There I would be safe from my stupid heart that was screaming all kinds of idiotic things.
Liam's POV
"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered in harsh tones at the altar.
"You can't get married. Not when you don't know the truth." He said.
"What are you talking about?"
"It's about Steffy." He said.
"Then I don't want to hear it. I'm in the middle of my wedding, Wyatt. You can tell me later."
"No, I can't. You need to know everything going into this marriage. I don't want you to have any regrets."
"I won't." I said.
"You might. Just listen to what I have to say, and if you still want to get married, then you can."
I glanced over at Hope, beautiful Hope who had been my light in one of the darkest times in my life, and I knew that nothing Wyatt or anybody else had to say could change my mind about this wedding.
"Fine." I said.
"Thank you. You have no idea what this means. I would feel guilty for the rest of my life. Liam, it's all my fault."
"What are you talking about?" I grabbed his shoulder, as he bowed his head.
"Remember a few weeks ago, when you were going to forgive Steffy, and I told you what I saw. It wasn't the truth." He said.
"You lied?" I asked
"No. I didn't. I did see them embracing each other, and the office did look like the aftermath of a romantic scene. That part was true. But I should've waited, I should have asked Steffy, I shouldn't have just told you, because it wasn't what it looked like."
"Wyatt, you're not making any sense."
"It was Bill. Steffy was telling the truth. She really did just come over to get the papers. He set the whole thing up. He had Justin make up his office for me to find. She never did anything wrong. They never had an affair. Bill made it all up."
I glanced over to Steffy, shocked at what he just said. She looked sad, and unsurprised. I thought back to that day when I went to see her, she pleaded with me, promised me nothing else was going on and I didn't believe her.
In a flash, she hurried from the mansion, and I glanced over at Hope. My beautiful bride to be, her long blonde hair flowing around her like a halo, and quickly muttering an apology ran down the aisle only to see Steffy's car speed away.
I got in the limo, the one meant to take me and Hope to our honeymoon.
"The Cliff House." I told the driver.
I hope she would forgive me, like I should've done her.
Hope will understand.
Steffy and I, we could be the family we always wanted.
Hope will understand.
