My Wife Dumped Me at the Altar, So I Married Someone Else

My father always made me give up my favorite toys to Sean, and I obediently complied.

He made me give the brightest room in the house to Sean, and I packed up quietly and moved out.

Even when he insisted I marry Regina, I never resisted and agreed without hesitation.

But now, I want to rebel once.

“Dad, I’m going to marry Melissa.”

I heard my own voice, calm and steady.

“I will listen to everything you say, but this time, I want to choose the person I will spend my life with.”

Slap!

A heavy slap echoed through the entire wedding hall.

Everyone fell silent.

“You unfilial son! If you dare marry Melissa today, I'll disown you!”

I calmly looked up at him and suddenly smiled. “Fine. Then let’s sever father and son ties.”

No one expected this.

The Crawford family’s usually obedient son would say such reckless words.

My father’s face turned pale with anger, his chest heaving violently. “Denver, you want to disown your father over some spoiled rich girl in front of all these people?”

“Looks like I’ve spoiled you too much, which is why you act so unruly!”

Since my mother passed away, my father remarried, and together they had my youngest brother, Sean.

Being hit was as normal as breathing.

He angrily raised his hand, preparing to slap me again—but before his hand could reach my face, a sharp, slender hand grabbed his wrist.

Melissa stood coldly, silently shielding me behind her.

“Try hitting him again, I dare you,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Her words brought tears to my eyes.

No one had ever stood up for me like this before.

Everyone else thought I was crazy about wanting to marry Melissa, the wild, spoiled rich girl.

But only I knew the truth.

In my last life, the day I fell seriously ill was also Sean’s death anniversary.

My wife and father only cared about going to the cemetery to be with those they loved most.

No one cared whether I lived or died.

The doctors even issued a critical condition notice.

I called them a dozen times, only to be met with impatient refusals.

Only Melissa went mad with worry—rallying medical resources from a neighboring city and pulling me back from the brink of death.

Later, Regina made enemies in business who set fire to the Porter family mansion.

I woke from smoke choking me and found one leg trapped beneath a burning cabinet, holding my two crying children and begging Regina for help.

But she ignored me, running to the study to save Sean’s portrait.

It was Melissa again who came recklessly charging through the flames, one by one carrying me and the children out to safety.

Just as the house’s beams collapsed, I shouted at her,

“Melissa, come out now!”

But it was too late.

The fire swallowed her, and the last look she gave me was a reassuring smile.

After that, I too had my first love—the one who sacrificed her life for me.

Only after she died did I realize how deeply she had loved me in secret.

So this time, I would protect her and choose her unwaveringly.

My father’s eyes flashed with fury. “Denver, I’m asking you one last time—are you sure you want to choose this woman?”

“Yes.” I nodded firmly.

My father sneered. “Fine, fine, you’ve got guts.”