He Delayed Our Wedding Ten Times to Please His Secretary, So I Made Him Lose Everything

"How about I wear this wedding dress and blow your mind?" Lola offered.

That day, Hudson's eyes sparkled as he said affectionately, "Fine. Since you won, the dress is yours."

His explanation to me that day was, "There's no wedding dress now, so let's postpone the ceremony. I'm a man of my word. If I lost the bet, I lost, I can't go back on my promise."

That day, he could have easily reached out and handed me the wedding dress.

That day, I could've become his wife in just one second.

That day was the closest I had ever been to happiness.

Aunt Sandy was still trying to persuade me when the door suddenly opened and Hudson strode in, holding Lola's hand.

"Becca, I lost the bet again. It took me an hour and a minute to find Miss Reed. I'm a man of my word. You won't make things difficult for me, will you?"

"Anyway, the good time for the wedding has passed. Let's move it to another day."

Right in front of Lola, he tore down the wedding photo with his own hand and tossed it into the trash along with the corsage.

The hall was filled with gasps and everyone gave me a disdainful look because of Hudson's disrespectful demeanour.

They never thought the once-proud daughter of the Herreras had fallen so low that her dignity could be trampled at will.

Seeing the smug pride in Lola's eyes, I smiled indifferently.

"Hudson, how about we make a bet and see if you'll lose at the eleventh wedding?" I challenged him.

Hudson looked at me impatiently. "Rebecca, I promised Lola that I would only make this bet with her. Don't get involved."

I slowly raised the ring to my face. "I bet that by the eleventh wedding, your Lenart Corporation will go bankrupt."

Hudson's face darkened instantly as he shoved me hard in the chest. "Rebecca! When did you become so vicious? Just because I didn't marry you, you curse my entire family? No wonder Lola called you a big-boobs idiot who only knows how to blackmail me with favors."

I couldn't control my grief and anger anymore. I staggered, holding onto the table and smiled bitterly as I growled, "If you're sleeping with Lola, then just marry her openly. Stop using these stupid bets to disgust everyone."

Lola immediately blushed. She angrily shouted, "Miss Herrera, why are you so disgusting? Mr. Lenart and I were just trying to lighten the mood between superiors and subordinates. Is it really necessary for you to speak so harshly?

"Fine. Since you're so desperate to marry, next time I'll let Mr. Lenart win the bet."

Then she walked over and took my arm, whispering quickly in my ear, "Rebecca, after being dumped ten times, you still have the nerve to stand here barking? If I were you, I'd cover my face and crawl away. Let me tell you the truth, Hudson's has long since grown tired of you, useless thing. Now, he likes me."

After that, Lola quickly stepped back and said helplessly, "Mr. Lenart, you lost the bet last time and said you wanted to cut Miss Herrera's hair to make a wig for Jojo. But I didn't take it seriously. So, Miss Herrera, why did you have to embarrass him?"

Hudson gave her a doting smile, helplessly taking the scissors and handing them to her. "I accept defeat. Go ahead and cut it. I can't break my word in front of my subordinates."

My heart clenched. I stared at him in disbelief, remembering how he once gazed at me with admiration and said, "Becca, your hair is as smooth and shining as satin. Promise you'll keep it long for me, okay?"

After the kidney transplant, my health gradually declined and I began losing large amounts of hair. Back then, Hudson would boil herbal medicine every day for me to wash my hair and nourish my scalp.

Now he wanted to cut the little hair I had left for Lola's dog.

He placed the scissors in Lola's hand and casually said to me, "Becca, it's just a little hair. Jojo got sick and lost all his fur. Dogs have pride, too. He's depressed now, refusing to eat or drink. Just cut your hair and make him a wig."