He Humiliated Me at Our Wedding, I Married His Rival

“Why shouldn’t I get married? I’m getting married today!”

If I didn’t, that bitch Selena would get her way. Everyone thought I forced Jason to marry me, but the truth was the opposite.

To win me over, Jason chartered an entire cruise ship.

He launched 999 fireworks on the Brooklyn Bridge, New York’s bustling heart.

To get me to marry him, Jason proposed eighteen times.

The last time, terrified of heights, he jumped off the world’s tallest bungee platform—just because I said, “If you dare jump, I’ll marry you.”

No matter how beautiful the past was, now outsiders see it as a joke.

I found a random car, opened the passenger door, and got in.

“You won’t even let me, the bride, ride in the front car at our wedding? Are you sure you want to get married?”

I turned to see Charles Nolan, my childhood friend who’d grown up with me.

“Are you here to laugh at me?”

When I first wanted to marry Jason, Charles was fiercely against it.

We argued so much, we almost stopped talking. “I’m not that free.”

After a brief silence, Charles spoke again.

“If you say you don’t want to get married now, I’ll take you away—right now!”

“To the wedding.”

“He’s done this to you, and you still want to marry him?”

“Drive.”

Charles slammed the steering wheel, then started the car and headed toward the wedding.

Halfway there, a small car suddenly appeared and rammed us head-on.

Thankfully, Charles’s driving was expert; he swerved and barely scraped the other car.

A girl in a miniskirt jumped out, ran over, and knocked on our window.

“How could you drive like that? You’ve wrecked my car. None of you is leaving today. You have to fix it!”

“Stay inside. I’ll take care of it.”

She looked oddly familiar, but I couldn’t place her.

Then Jason called. “Where are you? We’ve been waiting forever. Why aren’t you here yet?”

“I was in a car accident,” the girl next to me said.

“A car accident on such a happy day—bad luck. Maybe God doesn’t want you to get married?”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Lydia, get a taxi here quickly. Don’t miss the auspicious time.”

My throat tightened. “I was in an accident, and your first concern isn’t if I’m hurt, but if we missed the auspicious time?”

“My wife is lucky; she’ll be fine. Get a taxi here fast. Everyone’s waiting.”

Jason hung up.

As I got out of the car, someone grabbed my wrist.

“You can’t leave! No one in this car leaves today!”

The girl who hit us was holding me.

Looking closer, I finally recognized her.

Though I didn’t know her name, I’d met her once at work—Selena’s best friend.

Charles stepped in front of me. “This is my car. If you have something to say, say it.”

“No one here leaves. Who knows if you hit me on purpose?”

“Sister, there are surveillance cameras. You hit us.”

“I don’t care. None of you leave.”

I sneered. “Did Selena send you to stop me?”

The girl froze, clearly caught off guard.

“Who’s Selena? I don’t even know her.”