On The Wedding Day, I Chose The Groom Again!

I looked at the marriage certificate in my hand, feeling somewhat incredulous. Until now, everyone believed my husband was meant to be Leo.

In just a few moments, the person who had been by my side since childhood would soon be nothing more than a stranger.

After exchanging contact information with Isaac, the call that had been unable to connect for the past ten minutes finally came through.

After a moment of hesitation, I answered the phone.

"Hello? Nora, I'm sorry, I had an accident on the way. Tomorrow..."

I didn’t let Leo finish. "It's okay, you don't have to marry me tomorrow. Bye, Leo."

With that, I quickly hung up. He called again, but I didn’t pick up.

'What kind of accident could he possibly have? Why had his phone been off all this time? Was it a car accident?' I was confused about why Leo was dragging this out.

Leo had cheated on me last year, and I’d only discovered it three months ago.

They say that many couples broke up on their seventh year together, but Leo and I had been together for more than seven years. He could have dinner with me while comforting another woman, watch a movie with me, and then watch another one with her after sending me home.

When I first found out, I was heartbroken and couldn’t eat, but Leo was on a business trip and wouldn't answer my call.

I wanted answers, but my mother suppressed my almost insane emotions.

She told me that all men were like that and that there weren’t many faithful men in our circle. She urged me to endure it until I married Leo and became Mrs. Carter. She warned me that if I continued to cause a scene, I wouldn’t get anything and would only give that woman an advantage. She hoped I would end things with Leo.

The love of 18 evaporated in an instant.

Today, Leo and I had just received our marriage certificate, and the wedding was scheduled for next Wednesday.

I had been waiting and enduring, but suddenly I didn’t want to endure any longer.

It wasn’t me who had cheated; why should I tolerate him?

Then I met Isaac and, in a daze, agreed to his request to marry him. I felt like I had lost my mind for agreeing to it.

"You won’t regret this, will you?" Isaac asked, looking at me hesitantly with a gentle smile.

He seemed to see right through me. Yes, I regretted it a little. Even in anger, marriage shouldn’t be taken so lightly.

Seeing my silence, Isaac stepped closer. "Nora, if I were to have a second marriage, it would have a lot to do with you."

Before saying sorry, Isaac softened his tone. Over six feet tall, he bent down to look at me, like a knight bowing to a princess.

Unfortunately, there was no romance between us; I wasn’t a princess, and he wasn’t a knight.

"Shall I take you to see my grandmother before we divorce? I can give you some money."

I watched him blink and suddenly understood what he said over the phone just now.

"No, I didn’t mean that. I just don’t know how to explain this to my family right now. If I tell Ms. Wood, she would probably be super mad."

For the past two years, the Sanders Group had been struggling. They wanted me to marry Leo not just because of our childhood connection but also to climb the social ladder by aligning with the Carter family.

Feeling a bit lost, I put the marriage certificate back into my bag and said, "Send me the address. Tomorrow, I’ll go with you to visit your grandmother."

Isaac looked at me in silence for a moment but ultimately agreed. He also offered me a ride home.