The Last Guest at the Wedding

I looked back coldly, my gaze devoid of any emotion. It all just felt ridiculous to me.

“Apologize? Lena, have you lost your mind?”

The next moment, a hand around my waist suddenly pressed hard, stabbing right into my wound.

Pain shot through me and I gasped sharply, cold sweat soaking my entire body.

I hurriedly pushed the person away.

I didn’t push with much force, but Owen crashed straight into the cabinet.

“What are you doing?”

Lena suddenly shoved me hard, causing my forehead to slam heavily against the door frame.

Blood immediately welled up.

“I think you are the crazy one! Owen has already lowered his head to you and I've explained everything. What more do you want? Apologize to him. Otherwise, you can try me!"

Clenching my teeth and swallowing all my grievances, I said word by word, "No. Way. You want me to apologize to your lover? Lena, you're dreaming!"

"Ungrateful!"

Lena’s eyes turned red with anger. She hurriedly helped Owen into the bedroom to rest.

When she came out, she summoned all the servants in the villa.

"Where are the iron chains? Bring them out."

"Mr. Cross has lost his mind. Make him kneel in the manor and reflect properly!"

"Without my permission, no one is allowed to let him get up!"

My eyes suddenly turned bloodshot as I looked at her in disbelief.

"Lena, you’re insane! He’s just a homewrecker and you dare treat me like this? This is the house I bought!"

"But I’m the lady of the house."

Lena cast me a cold glance and said nothing more.

The servants swiftly dragged me outside.

Blood streaked across the ground, leaving a long, red trail.

The moment the villa's gate shut, a sudden clap of thunder erupted in the once clear sky.

Then came a torrential downpour. It drenched me completely in an instant.

I knelt in the rain, the wounds on my forehead and abdomen beginning to burn.

My consciousness slowly blurred.

Turning to the servant nearby who was keeping watch, I spoke in an almost inaudible voice.

"Let me go... Please go get Lena… I’m begging you..."

The servant gave me a mocking glance, standing under the eaves with a sneer on her face.

"Save it. I’ve seen enough of your ‘pitiful act’ routine."

"Mr. Cross just called for a private doctor. She's busy tending to Mr. Belt’s wounds right now."

I forced my eyes open and looked up. A vague silhouette appeared on the second-floor balcony.

The next second, everything went black and I collapsed completely onto the ground.

In my fading consciousness, I heard the servants shouting anxiously. "Something's wrong! Mr. Cross has fainted! There's blood on the ground. Quick, get the doctor!"

Familiar footsteps approached and an umbrella was opened over my head.

Lena's voice was especially cold. "Had enough of this act? Anyone who didn’t know better would think you’re the one being bullied. Gavin, it’s time you learned some humility. I'm doing this for your own good."

Her footsteps receded. She stood under the eaves, embracing Owen, both looking in my direction.

Owen held her in his arms, his voice tinged with guilt. "Lena, I don’t think Gavin is faking it… Aren’t we being a bit too harsh? After all, he’s your fiancé. If the Cross Family finds out..."

Lena's expression turned cold. "I’ve worked hard for years. I don’t need to answer to the Cross Family. He was the one being unreasonable first. You still have eight months here. I can’t let you get pushed around all the time. His temper has to be corrected."

A glint of smugness flashed in Owen’s eyes before he quickly replaced it with an innocent expression.

“I’ve heard that marriages between wealthy families lack real feelings. Is that how it is between you and Gavin too?”

The torrential rain showed no mercy, pounding down relentlessly, washing over my pale face again and again.