Betrayed Bride, Relentless Groom

I purposely chose a hospital far from home, but as fate would have it, I ran into Ethan and Cynthia.

Cynthia was holding her hand, which hadn’t even been broken and crying out in pain.

Ethan, in his usual gentle manner, picked her up and sat her on his lap, carefully asking the doctor for any precautions.

When we first got together, he had been just as anxious for me.

One night, when I had a fever, he was so flustered that he didn’t even put on shoes, only realizing later that his foot had been cut by glass after confirming that I was safe.

“Wendy, you are my precious. I can’t bear to see you get hurt.”

As I walked out, I happened to bump into him just as he was entering.

“Wendy, Ethan was just accompanying me to check my injury. Are you so restless that you had to follow us here?”

Ethan gave me a contemptuous look. “Weren’t you just saying how we’re broken up? What are you doing now? Wendy, you're too shameless! If you dare hurt a single hair on Cynthia again, I won’t be polite with you!”

I raised my hand, now stained with blood. “Look at the injury, move aside!”

Ethan froze in place, a flash of guilt passing through his eyes.

“Wendy, is the injury serious?”

He tried to come inside but was interrupted by Cynthia’s scream.

“Cynthia, my hand hurts so much…”

Ethan no longer paid attention to me, quickly turning around and carrying Cynthia away.

The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I received a message from Henry, asking me to make time to try on the custom wedding ring.

After freshening up, I was surprised to see Ethan carrying breakfast into the room.

“You must be starving. Come eat!”

It was a basket of crab roe buns and a bowl of pumpkin porridge. One caused an allergy and the other was something I absolutely hated.

"Take the day off today. It's the changing of seasons, let me take you shopping for some new clothes."

It was the same old routine. He gave a little treat after a blow, something he often did over the years.

However, when the time actually came, he took the back seat. "Today, you drive. I didn’t rest well last night."

I looked at my hand, wrapped in bandages and couldn’t help but mock myself silently.

In the rearview mirror, he held his phone, a faint smile playing on his lips.

It wasn’t until the car stopped and he saw the sign of the jewelry store outside, that his expression immediately darkened.

He blocked my way at the door, his face full of displeasure.

“Wendy, I’ve told you before, let’s wait a bit. Why do you have to force me like this? I’m just getting a certificate with Cynthia, not holding a wedding. No one knows. Once the fuss dies down, we’ll quietly get a divorce.”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted. "Ethan, do you think this diamond ring is pretty?"

Cynthia was wearing a one-carat diamond ring, raising her hand and acting coquettishly towards Ethan.

Ethan immediately put on a smile.

"As long as you like it, it's beautiful. Our wedding is in five days. Can I buy this one as our wedding ring?"

I paused in my tracks, just in time to catch Ethan turning his head awkwardly.

His words were all lies. But it didn’t matter; in five days, it would be my wedding too. It seemed to confirm the idea of men and women marrying, each going their own way.

The waiter carefully brought over the ring that Henry had ordered. It was a pink diamond, the only one of its kind in the world, stunning and dazzling.

Cynthia's eyes were full of greed as she looked at the ring on my hand.

"Wendy, I really like the ring on your hand. Can I try it on?"

The nearby waiter immediately apologized.

"I'm sorry, but this ring has already been reserved. Would you like to look at something else?"

Cynthia's eyes turned red in an instant.

"Wendy, do you know about our wedding in five days and are you deliberately teaming up with the staff here to make trouble? I really like this ring. I just want to experience what it feels like to be a bride. Can't you just let me try it on?"