After My Ex Postponed The wedding, I Decided to Cut My losses and Married Another

Finally, after five years of dating, I, Bella Wendell, would marry Sonny Simmons, my boyfriend. However, on the day I was trying on my wedding dress, Sonny called me. He said, "Nicole attempted suicide and her emotion can't be triggered in any way. We'll have to postpone our wedding."

The man did not even discuss his decision with me, he just informed me.

This time, I did not hesitate any longer. I immediately agreed and told my family and friends about it alone. However, I did not inform them that the wedding was postponed, instead, I told them it was canceled.

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I was standing alone at the bridal shop, trying on my wedding dress, when out of the blue, my boyfriend, Sonny Simmons, called.

I was in a good mood because the store attendant had been showering me with compliments about my beauty. Actually, my happiness was not coming from the praise, but from the thought that my love story was about to have a perfect ending.

After having a stable romantic relationship with Sonny for five years, I had no doubt that he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Six months had passed since our engagement and it felt like the right time to start planning the wedding.

"I'll take this one," I finally decided. My heart overflowed with joy.

Just as I was about to send him a picture of me in the wedding dress, my phone rang. Seeing it was Sonny, I excitedly exclaimed, "Sonny! Guess what? I've picked my wedding dress today …."

"Bella," Sonny interrupted my words. He sounded weary and distant. "We need to postpone our wedding for now."

Hearing this, I was stunned as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. Is it a prank? Maybe he is planning to give me a surprise?

However, all my guesses were wrong. 

When he did not hear my response, Sonny continued, "Nicole slit her wrist just now. She is now in the hospital. I don't want to upset her even more than she already is. So, let's push back our wedding date a bit."

I looked down at the diamond ring on my finger in a daze. The diamond glittered under the shop light. It was truly dazzling.

Although the room was heated with central heating, I felt as if I had plunged into an ice-cold cave and the coldness pierced my bones.

"Bella?" Sonny sounded irritated by my silence. "Are you still listening?"

Then without waiting for my answer, he hung up the phone. He did not even have any patience for me.

"Yeah … okay," I whispered hoarsely, long after the all had ended. Then I lowered the phone from my ear.

I raised my hand and touched my cheek. I was surprised to feel it was wet with flooding tears. Then I closed my eyes tightly as pain and bitterness burst out together.

Over the past six months, after the announcement of our engagement, Nicole Simmons, as a young girl who had been fostered in the Simmons Family since she was a child, had used every means possible to sabotage us from getting engaged as scheduled.

The first time I met Sonny's parents, Nicole was just a bratty teenager who made sarcastic comments and threw insults toward me. I did not think it was a big deal since Nicole was just a little girl. Besides, Sonny would often defend me. Over time, I got used to her antic and thought the reason she did it was because that little girl was afraid of losing her protective older brother.

However, when she realized the word did not have the desired effect, Nicole started to hurt herself, making herself so ill and weak that she had to be hospitalized multiple times.

The first time Nicole was hospitalized, I bought her homemade soup to visit. However, the moment she saw me, she became hysterical, grabbed a vase from her bedside and hurled it straight at me. It smacked at my forehead and blood immediately trickled down my face.

What had once been childish antics had grown into something truly vicious. I was raised in a sheltered and loving house so I had never been threatened so cruelly. I endured it and swallowed my pride. Now, Nicole no longer sees me as a human being, she was brave enough to treat me as an enemy she could trample on as she liked.