The Bride He Betrayed: He Gave Her the Ring, I Gave Him Goodbye

Inside the funeral hall, Clara knelt motionless before the memorial portrait, like a statue weathered by time.

Sienna walked in and looked down at her from above, every word steeped in malice.

"Clara, how does it feel to watch someone you love die right in front of you? How does it feel to watch everything you care about slip away from you, one by one?"

"You were the one who leaked that slide deck, weren't you?" Clara spoke suddenly, her voice calm. "A lot of what was in there... only Adrian and you would have known."

"So what if I was?" Sienna did not deny it. "I wanted you to know what it feels like to lose everything. I'm the one who should've been the Whitmore family's daughter. Everything you have should've been mine. But because of you, none of it is. Why are you still alive?"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became. Then a smug smile spread across her face. "But it doesn't matter anymore. The man you care about most is already mine. Want to see who Adrian would choose... you or me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed one of the candles at the altar and set the curtains on fire.

Flames spread through the room in an instant. Clara immediately struggled to breathe. She tried to stand, but after kneeling for so long, her legs would not hold her.

Sienna had to be insane. She was gambling with her life.

"Help... help..." Clara tried with all her strength, but no sound came out.

The blaze alarmed the people outside, and Sienna screamed, "Help! Adrian, save me! I'm so scared!"

The moment Adrian heard her voice, his face turned ashen. "It's Sienna. Sienna's trapped inside."

Without another thought, he rushed in and ran straight to her.

"Adrian... I thought I was never going to see you again."

"Don't be scared, Sienna. I won't let anything happen to you."

Watching that scene, Clara was suddenly dragged back to the fire years ago, when Adrian had rushed in just like this and carried her out. Only this time, the person he had come for was Sienna.

As he helped Sienna to her feet and turned around, his pupils contracted sharply when he saw Clara in the corner.

Sienna clung to him and said weakly, "Adrian, I feel awful... am I dying?"

Without hesitating again, Adrian caught her by the wrist and ran out with her.

The flames grew fiercer and fiercer, and Clara knew she was about to die.

She had long expected Adrian would choose someone else, but when that moment truly came, it still felt unbearably cruel.

The man who had once charged into a sea of fire for her without caring whether he lived or died was truly gone.

The love he had once given her had been real. So had the betrayal that came after.

In the final second before she lost consciousness, regret hit her with crushing force.

She regretted ever loving Adrian. She regretted giving so much to a love that had almost cost her everything.

If there was another life, she would only wish that she had never met Adrian at all.

When Clara opened her eyes again, Adrian was sitting by her bedside.

The fire had been put out in time. Aside from burns on her arm, she was otherwise unharmed.

"Babe, you're finally awake." Adrian's eyes were bloodshot. The second she woke up, he let out a heavy breath of relief. "Do you have any idea how scared I was just now? I..."

"Done with the act yet?" Everything about him felt grotesquely ridiculous to Clara. "Adrian, I already told you. We're over."

Adrian froze. Maybe out of guilt, he lowered his voice and explained, "I know you're angry, but Sienna has never been through something like this before. She was terrified. You're different. You've been through it before, and you made it out safely this time too."

It was precisely because of what had happened before that she feared fire more than anyone.

But Clara said nothing. Her eyes fixed on the scar on Adrian's arm, the one he had gotten saving her all those years ago. At some point, it had been covered with a beautiful rose tattoo.

The mark he had once carried for her had been erased by his own hand.

Clara's voice was hoarse. "Get out."

Silence fell around them. Adrian pressed his lips together. "Be good. Once you're discharged, I'll go home with you and talk about the wedding."

A wedding?

Once, that might have made her jump for joy. Now, it only made her sick.

There would be no wedding. Never again.

After Adrian left, a group of bodyguards entered the room.

"Miss Whitmore, the plane to Kingshaven is ready."

Clara nodded. She took nothing with her, only her identification, and boarded the plane to Kingshaven.

Even with an uncertain future ahead, she still hoped that, for all eternity, she and Adrian would never cross paths again.