My Almost-Husband's Sins Brought Him to His End

The wedding venue was in a remote countryside area, and by the time I realized it, there was no one left to help me.

Getting all my strength, I tore at my wedding dress, the heavy fabric scraping my skin and leaving red welts on my hands. Gritting my teeth, I ripped it apart, piece by piece, until I was free from the suffocating weight.

With the dress gone, I could move faster, but the relentless storm still battered me. Before long, I slipped, tumbling into a muddy pit. My legs scraped against rocks and roots, leaving them bloody and raw.

Despite the burning pain, I struggled to my feet, desperately searching for a signal to call an ambulance. Finally, with just half a bar of service, my phone buzzed as countless messages flooded in.

It was all from Jeremy, and each message was filled with anger and accusations about how I had wronged Cassie.

[If there was anything between us, do you think I'd still be with you? You're just a heartless sinner! If something happens to Cassie, I'll never forgive you!]

Ignoring his words, I focused on making the call. But then, a trending video caught my attention.

The video showed Jeremy, disheveled and frantic, clutching an unconscious Cassie while begging for help. He even knelt in desperation, willing to do anything to get her treated. I watched in disbelief as he kissed her forehead tenderly as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

Suddenly, memories from two years ago flooded back. I had burned my hand while making breakfast for him. Out of instinct, I asked him to take me to the hospital. His response? A string of insults, accusing me of faking it for attention. I missed the best time for treatment, and now I carry an ugly scar as a reminder.

It wasn't until later that I found out that day had been Cassie's birthday. His rage wasn't about my burn—it was because he didn't want to miss celebrating with her.

As I watched him on the screen, clutching her like a priceless treasure, a bitter laugh escaped my lips. How blind had I been?

Jeremy called again, his voice seething with fury, accusing me of causing Cassie's PTSD. He demanded I come over immediately to kneel and apologize.

Suppressing the pain in my knees, I coldly replied, "I'm still on my way back."

Just then, a gust of cold wind cut off the weak signal. His voice crackled through the static, "Hello? Are you still there? Should I…come pick you up?"

For a brief moment, I thought I heard a flicker of concern in his voice. But Cassie's soft sobs filled the background, quickly pulling his attention away.

"I know this is all my fault," she whimpered. "That's why Caroline is so angry with me. I never should have come back. I've caused so much trouble…"

Jeremy's tone softened immediately. "Caroline, you were wrong from the start. This is karma. Your punishment. You have no right to complain. It was just a joke, but you had to make it ugly!"

His words sent a chill through my heart. Everything had changed the moment Cassie returned, and all the years we'd spent together now seemed meaningless.

Fighting back the tears, I forced myself to say, "If that's how you feel, let's break up. We haven't registered for the marriage yet, so it's not too late."

Why had he chased after me in the first place, making promises he had no intention of keeping?

Eight years of my life. Was all that time truly worth nothing?

I hung up without hesitation, waiting quietly in the rain for the ambulance to arrive.

As I lay in the ambulance, my phone buzzed again. Another message from Jeremy.

[Caroline, let me tell you something: after me, no one else will want you. After eight years, you're nothing but a worn-out shoe. If it weren't for protection, you'd have been pregnant by now. No man would want you but me!]

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I thought being abandoned at the altar was the worst pain I could endure, but this…this was worse.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the searing hurt. Around me, the nurses moved quickly, attending to my injuries.

Suddenly, one of the nurses gasped in surprise.

"Miss! When I took your pulse earlier… you're pregnant!"

Her words left me frozen. Pregnant? I sat up immediately, staring down at my stomach in disbelief. Inside me, a tiny life was beginning to grow.

But the truth hit me like a wave. The father of this child didn't want me, and he certainly wouldn't want the baby.

A storm of emotions swirled through my mind—anger, sorrow, regret. I thought about Jeremy's cruel words, about the way he had always put Cassie first, and I made my decision.

With my voice trembling, I whispered, "I don't want this baby."