From Broken Promises to True Commitment

It was Valentine's Day, the day of my wedding to Rita Lewis.

I was the only one on stage when the host announced our entrance.

Just because of a phone call, Rita left without explanation in her wedding dress.

Everyone at the site was in an uproar when they heard the news.

My mother, Karen, was so angry that she had a heart attack on the spot. By the time she was rushed to the hospital, she had passed away.

At night, as I cried until I was numb, I saw an update on Instagram from Rita's bromeo, Bryce Hastings.

He was put on a drip into his left hand, and he wrapped his right arm around a woman's slim waist who was wearing a wedding dress.

Bryce: [I have the whole world when I get you.]

I wiped my tears away apathetically, gave him a like, and left a comment.

Felix: [Congratulations. Since you're already dating, why don't you go get engaged tomorrow?]

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My wedding just turned into a funeral. I thanked everyone for their kindness and handled Karen's funeral alone.

For the past three days, Rita didn't call me or send me any messages as if she had disappeared from the world.

On the fourth day, as I was carrying the urn home, I happened to see Rita's Maybach.

When they and their bodyguards got out of the car, I was calm and just looked at them indifferently.

Bryce was also looking at me with a sarcastic smile on his face.

Rita was still wearing the pure white wedding dress, but it had so many wrinkles on it that I wondered what it had been through.

I spent almost half a year's salary on this wedding dress. At that time, Karen said it was too expensive, and she suggested me to rent one.

She was used to saving money all her life, so it was normal for her to think that way.

However, Rita disagreed. She said the wedding ceremony was the most sacred and important event in our lives, and we couldn't be that perfunctory.

If I didn't afford it, she would buy a wedding dress for herself.

Rita was from a wealthy family, and she owned a company herself. I had never asked her how much money she had, and I was too afraid to ask.

I had pursued her for three years, and I kept loving her dearly. Of course, as she wished, I reluctantly bought the wedding dress.

Then what happened?

Our so-called most holy wedding was like a trifling matter in Rita's eyes, not even compared to a phone call from Bryce.

The most pathetic thing was that Karen was so upset that she had a heart attack and unfortunately passed away.

She had suffered a lot all her life, and her greatest wish was to see the amazing scene of me and my beloved walking down the aisle.

However, I failed to do so and ended up disappointing her.

Seeing that I said nothing and looked indifferent, Rita frowned, "Felix, what happened to you?

"Are you mad at me again?"

I shook my head and denied.

"You say you aren't? You almost showed you were disgruntled!" Rita said with displeasure, "Bryce was hospitalized with a high fever, and I just stayed with him for three days. Is that why you're so angry with me?

"Right, wedding is important, but so is Bryce's health. He's got a fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit, and he could die from it.

"We can hold our wedding another day. By the way, I don't think this wedding dress is very comfortable to wear, so you should return it and order another one. I'll pay you for it in case Karen disagrees again."

I said indifferently, "No need. This wedding dress is already dirty, so just take it as our parting gift."

Upon hearing this, Rita was stunned. "Felix, do you know what you're talking about?

"How about you say it again?"

"Let's break up. I don't want to get married to you."