The Last Guest at the Wedding

Owen appeared in front of me, carrying a plate of food.

He smiled smugly. “Gavin? What, came to take a look at your old room? Sorry about that. Lena said the baby comes first, so this room’s been given to me now—makes it easier for the father to stay close and take care of things. If you’re looking for any trash, you might want to check the garbage bin. There’s nothing here.”

The “trash” he was talking about was the gifts Lena once gave me.

I curled my lips into a cold smile and looked at him. “Owen, what you treat as treasure isn’t necessarily treasure to me. I can give you the house and I can give you the woman too. But remember, whatever you snatched from someone else will one day be snatched from you. You weren’t her first man and you won’t be her last.”

Owen’s face darkened. He smashed the plate of food in his hand.

“Stop pretending. Only someone pathetic like you who's been used and thrown away still talks tough! You don't need to give anything. Lena would only ever choose me. If you don't believe it, just watch!"

As soon as he said that, he suddenly screamed, tore his own pajamas apart and ran toward the terrace. With a leap, he flung himself over the edge, clinging by just one arm. The cold night rain lashed against him as the wind howled and Owen’s sobs grew increasingly pitiful.

"Gavin, why are you treating me like this?"

Before I could react, Lena kicked the door open. In just a few strides, she rushed forward and yanked him back in, cradling him tightly in her arms.

Then she turned back to me, rage flashing in her eyes and slapped me hard across the face.

“Gavin, are you done yet?”

Owen leaned weakly against her, his voice faint and sorrowful. “Gavin, I’ve already admitted I was wrong… Why won’t you let me go? You can hit me, curse me. I’ll take it all. But the child… the child is innocent. When the baby is born, I’ll pay for everything with my life. Just… please, spare my child…”

I frowned tightly, about to speak, but Lena cut in coldly:

“Gavin, kneel!”

I stared at her in disbelief. “You doubt me?”

Lena laid Owen gently on the bed, then turned to face me, her eyes sharp and ruthless. “Shouldn’t I doubt you? First, you sent Owen abroad, then you deliberately pushed him. This is the third time! Gavin, what reason do I have to believe you?”

The love that once existed between us vanished in that instant. Without giving me a chance to explain, Lena hurriedly carried Owen and left the villa.

One by one, I tore down the photos on the walls, cutting them up and setting them ablaze.

At midnight, the realtor messaged me. [Mr. Cross, someone wants to buy the house at full price—no need for a discount. When would you be available to sign the contract?]

[Tomorrow.]

I fired all the villa’s servants. For a whole week, Lena did not appear again.

From time to time, photos of her being secretly taken by passersby at the hospital surfaced—either registering at the maternity ward or strolling with Owen in the garden on the first floor.

On the morning of the wedding day, with the groom still nowhere to be seen, Lena drove the wedding car straight to the villa to find me.

She opened the door and was met with a stranger’s face.

Her brow immediately furrowed.

“Where’s Gavin? Who are you people?”

An assistant hurriedly came up from behind, out of breath and said, “Ms. Greene, there’s been a mistake, a big mistake. This house has already been sold by Mr. Cross! Today, Mr. Cross is going to marry Miya from the Hart Family!"