I Gifted Misery at My Husband’s Wedding to His First Love

Waking up in the hospital again, I had the same doctor attending to me. He flipped through my medical records.

“You had a miscarriage not long ago and with these repeated injuries… they seemed to start taking a toll on your body,” he sighed.

Yes. Chris knew full well that I'd just lost the baby to severe bleeding. Yet he was willing to let me suffer injury after injury, landing me in the hospital time and time again.

A wave of bitterness washed over me. After the doctor left, I picked up my phone and glanced at the time. I’d been unconscious for two whole days. Tomorrow was the day Chris was hosting that dinner party.

I checked my email. My lawyer had sent me the divorce papers, expedited and finalized. The shares held by several major shareholders in Chris’s company had also been successfully transferred to my account. Everything was in place.

Tomorrow would be the day I reclaimed what was rightfully mine.

***

I applied heavy makeup to conceal the scars on my face. Alone, I arrived at the banquet venue. The moment I entered, I heard a collective gasp. I looked toward the center of the crowd. Chris had already arrived with Bonnie—who was linking her arm to him.

On such an important night, where the presence of legal wives was closely watched, Chris was openly holding another woman’s hand.

“Goodness,” a woman whispered nearby. “I heard rumors that Grace and Chris’s marriage has been falling apart since her miscarriage.”

“Yeah,” another woman, who looked a little older, replied with a knowing nod. “People have seen them arguing a lot lately.”

A man standing between them couldn’t help but chime in. “Well, they’ve been married for seven years and she still hasn’t given him a child. With such a huge fortune at stake, who’s supposed to inherit it? Honestly, she kind of deserves the divorce, don’t you think?”

Wave after wave of mockery flooded my ears.

But my heart felt numb, as if it had already forgotten how to feel pain.

I knew the man who once stood up for me—who used to shield me from gossip like this—would not help me now.

Just as I was about to fire back at their vicious remarks, Chris suddenly walked toward me.

A gentle smile appeared on his face as he handed me the glass he was holding.

“Don’t listen to them,” he said softly. “You know they love gossip.”

Then he added casually, “Bonnie said she’d never gone to a banquet, so I brought her along.”

I glanced at the drink he pushed toward me. His peculiar demeanor made me suspect it was drugged. I didn't drink it, merely staring coldly at him, waiting to see what else he'd do. A crack appeared in Chris's smile. Just as he was about to persuade me, his assistant rushed over.

“Sir, there's been an issue with a supplier's shipment. We need you to handle it in person,” he said, panting.

The sudden urgency forced Chris to follow the assistant out. Just before leaving, he reminded me, “I get creative with this one. It’s very low on alcohol. Try and see if you like it. I’ll be glad to make another for you.”

Watching him walk away, glancing back repeatedly, I chuckled softly. I picked up the glass and pretended to take a sip. But I secretly poured the liquid onto a silk scarf I’d prepared earlier. Soon, the glass was empty.

Once done, I leaned on the table, staring blankly, idly scanning the room, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Within half an hour, the long-absent Bonnie appeared behind me.

“Are you not feeling well, Mrs. Lowe?” she asked sweetly. “Chris told me to take good care of you before he left. Here, let me help you upstairs so you can rest.”

She helped me stand.

Slightly shorter than me, Bonnie struggled as I leaned almost all my weight onto her shoulders. Once we left the crowded hall and entered a quiet hallway, her expression changed.

“Time for your downfall, Grace,” she sneered. “After tonight, let’s see how you’ll ever recover.”

She stopped in front of a room and swiped a key card.

At that exact moment, I suddenly pushed forward with all my strength. Breaking free from her hold, I kicked her hard into the room. Before the door closed, I saw the terrified look in her eyes. And I heard the strange, heavy breathing of a man inside.

When the door finally shut, I knew it was over. I walked down to the underground parking garage. My assistant was already waiting there.

“I’m done here,” I said calmly. “You can pull the net in now. Tell the people distracting Chris to withdraw.”

Then I got into the car and drove away.

Through the rear window, I looked back at the brightly lit hotel behind me. The banquet hall inside was still full of noise and laughter. No one knew what was about to happen.

But I knew one thing.

Tonight would be a rough night for Chris and Bonnie—

And the seven years of love between Chris and me would finally end completely.

Chris and Bonnie，Now it's your turn to bear the irreversible consequences!