On the wedding day, the husband put the wedding dress on someone else

“Ulyssa, you really are something. When I come back, I’ll deal with you.”

“It wasn’t me.”

My voice was cold.

But it only earned an angrier shout from him.

“Who else could it be? The dress was in your hands the whole time, and you’re still denying it? Do you have no conscience at all?”

My patience snapped. My tone turned even colder.

“I said it wasn’t me. Felix, are you incapable of understanding human speech?”

The moment the words left my mouth, Tracy let out another sharp cry of pain in his arms.

“Felix, it hurts… don’t blame Ulyssa. She didn’t mean to…”

Felix never wanted to hear my explanation. He shot me a vicious glare and carried Tracy away.

Mocking laughter burst out around me immediately.

“The real bride isn’t even as valued as the foster sister. No wonder she had to throw herself at him.”

“Bride? She can’t even keep the groom’s attention. Even when she begs, nobody wants her.”

Every word hit like a thorn, but I didn’t even bother lifting my eyelids. I simply sat back down.

As the noise faded, I had just finished eating when my phone buzzed.

An anonymous account sent a message.

“Oh dear, sorry Ulyssa. I’m a little allergic to outdated wedding dress styles. Forgot to tell you.”

“Your favorite dress… it must already be in the trash by now, right? A five year old design, carrying your devotion to Felix… sigh, my apologies.”

Every sentence dripped with mockery.

It was obviously Tracy.

I was about to reply when Felix’s name flashed across my screen.

The ringtone felt like the continuation of this ridiculous play.

“Get over here and apologize, Ulyssa! What did you do to Tracy? Why would you hurt her like that?”

“She only tried your dress for a moment. And you tampered with it?”

His roar shook my eardrums. Soon after, under his command, the driver dragged me from the venue and forced me to the hospital.

When I pushed the door open, Tracy lay on the bed with a rosy face and teary eyes.

“Felix, I know Ulyssa didn’t mean it… after all, the dress was from years ago.”

Her voice was soft, trembling just enough.

“Back then, Ulyssa hadn’t even started chasing you, right? Or… did she already like you and buy the dress early, swearing she would only marry you?”

Each line was more venomous than the last, twisting the issue from allergies to the origin of the dress.

Felix listened, then predictably turned to me with a dark look and a mocking curl of his lips.

“Ulyssa, you really are pathetic. You bought a dress years in advance? And now you pretend you’re above all this.”

He lifted his chin and ordered coldly.

“Get over here and apologize to Tracy. I can let go of your disrespect.”

I only lowered my head and massaged the wrist the driver had bruised. I didn’t spare Felix a single glance.

The wedding dress he once begged me to accept had now become evidence that I was desperate to marry him.

He really knew how to twist the truth.

I let out a soft laugh, which made him even angrier.

“Ulyssa, are you deaf? I told you to apologize!”

“And you still dare laugh? The only reason I agreed to marry you was because you chased me for five years. I pitied you!”

“You dared hurt Tracy? I’m warning you, I can cancel this wedding any time!”

He was roaring, veins bulging, and I answered in a calm voice.

“Then cancel it.”

The air froze. He stared at me in disbelief.

“What did you say?!”

I kept the same cold smile and repeated every word clearly.