Cold Betrayal Took Her, Warm Revenge Set Her Free

Daisy had been locked away in a mental hospital by the very man she had loved most.

Desmond’s gaze was as sharp as a blade. “When you learn to behave and stop hurting Heather, I’ll let you out.”

Eventually, Daisy did fall silent, submitting entirely, but it was in the embrace of another man.

The young master of the Thomas Family, once so full of pride, now knelt in the dust, begging for the smallest hint that she would ever look back at him.

***

“Miss Johnson, our wedding is next month. I hope you’ll be there on time.”

“Alright.”

After the man left, Daisy Johnson stared blankly at the marriage certificate in her hand.

If anyone had told her she’d one day marry a complete stranger, someone she’d known for barely ten minutes, she would’ve laughed, dismissing it as the wildest fantasy.

Her heart had always belonged to one person, the one she’d always believed she would spend forever with: Desmond Thomas.

But now, here she was, caught in an absurd reality she could scarcely believe.

Fighting the whirlwind of emotions inside, Daisy took a slow, deliberate step down the stairs.

Today should’ve been the day Daisy married Desmond.

Instead, Desmond had walked away, leaving her behind for another woman.

She had become the laughingstock of their social circle, a joke that everyone whispered about.

And this wasn’t the first time; it had already happened three times.

At this point, why not just marry someone else?

Nearby, the excited chatter of couples in line reached her ears.

“Look, isn’t that Daisy? Is she here to register her marriage?”

“Then the man who just left must’ve been President Thomas! He waited five years and finally won the beauty’s heart. What a beautiful love story!”

“I’m so envious! Before marriage, she had her parents spoiling her and now, after marriage, she’ll have a husband who loves her more than life itself. Daisy must be the happiest woman in the world!”

The happiest woman in the world?

Daisy’s lips curled into a bitter, self-mocking smile.

Once, that had been true.

She had once been the cherished princess in her parents’ eyes.

She had been the precious one Desmond protected, the one he swore he’d marry since childhood.

Three years ago, she had been in a car accident and slipped into a coma. Her father had established a special charity fund, hoping to gather good karma so she could wake up sooner.

Her mother had visited churches, kneeling in prayer for her, even at the cost of injuring her own legs.

Desmond, her fiancé, had searched the world for the finest neurosurgeons for her.

But now, the three people who had once adored her had poured all their love into someone else.

A Rolls-Royce pulled up beside Daisy and the window glided down, revealing Desmond’s familiar face, gentle and handsome as ever.

"Daisy, what are you doing here?"

His gaze drifted to the building behind her, his brows furrowing slightly. "Did you go to the City Hall?"

Daisy hid the certificate in her hand, her expression unreadable as she glanced at him and Heather sitting in the passenger seat.

"Just passing by."

Desmond’s panic vanished in an instant. Of course, with him absent, who else could Daisy possibly go to the City Hall with?

The memory of abandoning her at the wedding gnawed at him, a pang of guilt washing over him as he met Daisy’s cold eyes.

"Daisy, I’m sorry..."

Before he could finish, a low groan of pain came from the passenger seat.

Desmond’s attention snapped to Heather, the apology forgotten as he turned quickly to start the car.

"Daisy, Heather’s hurt. I’ll take her to the hospital first. Be careful on your way home."

With that, the car sped away, leaving only the echo of his words lingering in the air.

Daisy stood frozen, her eyes cold as she watched the Rolls-Royce, adorned with ribbons, vanish from view.

It should have been their wedding car, but instead, another woman sat inside. The ceramic bride-and-groom ornament on the hood, once symbolizing love, now felt like the cruelest mockery.

She thought she had become numb to it all, but the sight seared into her mind, a brutal reminder that tightened around her chest, making it hard to breathe.