The Wife I Lost on New Year's Eve

After saying that, she turned to me, her eyes filled with warning.

"Jordan, leave now. Whatever it is, we'll talk after today."

"'Nobody important'? 'After today'?" My voice rose sharply. "Portia… you've really outdone yourself. I'll give you one last chance. Tell everyone here—right now—who your husband really is. As for JP Group… if I can give it to you, I can take it back just as easily."

The words she had been about to blurt out died in her throat the moment she heard that. She glared at me, teeth clenched.

"Jordan… are you threatening me?"

I shook my head, my tone calm, almost indifferent.

"It's not a threat. I just want to hear you say it yourself."

Her expression darkened, yet she said nothing.

The tension thickened instantly, and the crowd began to stir again.

"Ms. Reymus won't say anything… could she really be playing both sides?"

"Then Lucas's the real victim here—finding out on his wedding day that he's the third wheel."

Both Portia and Lucas looked increasingly grim.

At that moment, Portia's younger sister, Cadence Reymus, suddenly rushed out of the crowd and shoved me hard.

"You pervert! Portia has already rejected you so many times, and you still shamelessly cling to her—and now, you're even here to ruin her wedding!"

Then she turned to Lucas.

"Lucas, don't believe a word this lunatic says. He's mentally unstable—he has severe delusions. He's been harassing Portia for a long time, even stalking her and secretly taking photos!"

I stared at Cadence, burning with anger, but beneath it was something colder—disbelief.

Two years ago, when she had leukemia, it was my bone marrow that saved her life. Because of her condition, she couldn't work—it was my monthly financial support that allowed her to live like a princess.

And now, with a single sentence, she painted me as a deranged pervert.

Before I could respond, Portia pulled Cadence behind her.

As if she had finally made up her mind, she looked at me and spoke loudly, "Jordan, I pitied you before, so I never held you accountable. But today, you've gone too far. I'll say this one last time—I don't love you. The only person I love is my husband, Lucas Wynham. If you continue to pester me, don't blame me for what I do next!"

The moment she finished speaking, Lucas's fist slammed straight into my nose.

I collapsed to the ground as two streams of blood poured from my nostrils.

He planted his foot on my face, his voice vicious.

"You filthy bastard, how dare you harass my wife? You've got a death wish! Today's my wedding day—I was willing to let things go and not bring bad luck on myself. But you've crossed the line. If I don't teach you a lesson, I won't be able to swallow this anger!"

Humiliation burned through me, my vision turning red as I forced out the words, "I'm Portia's legal husband. We're officially registered!"

I thought the marriage certificate would be my strongest proof.

But the moment the words left my mouth, laughter erupted all around me.

One of Lucas's groomsmen crouched down, patting my face mockingly.

"Your 'wife' said you've got serious delusions—I didn't believe it before, but now it looks like she was right. You say you registered your marriage with her? Then take a look at this."