I walked quickly to the hotel entrance, took a few deep breaths before swallowing the nausea. Rachel didn't know that five years ago, when she died in a car accident I received a video. I clicked on the phone.
Her voice was full of laughter, "I love Mike, but he is too wooden. When I think about having only him as a man after marriage, I feel so boring. I will fake my death and go out to play for a few years. When I come back, I will say that I have lost my memory. Remember to record more videos of him dying. I can't wait to see how he is in pain for me."
On the day the doctor announced her death, I did what she wanted. The despair of the sky falling made me unable to cry. I thought about dying together, but it was her good girlfriends who tried their best to stop me.
But I didn't notice that there was a phone in the dark recorded my pain. I didn't notice that they hid under the mask of false pain and tried their best to endure the ridicule.
I put away my phone. From that day on, Rachel pretended to be dead, but in my heart, she was really dead. The news that Rachel was not dead was exposed along with her marriage, causing an uproar.
That night, Patrick updated his status. In the photo, they held hands and wrote sticky love words.
A romantic wedding scene was being prepared. Rachel would werar an exquisite and beautiful wedding dress. They bought the diamond ring that would last a lifetime. All of them were carefully prepared by Rachel for our wedding.
I took a look and was about to exit, but Rachel's message popped up.
[Are you jealous?]
I just deleted and blocked her.
Patrick's message popped up again.
[You have seen it all, you are just a dog for our entertainment and only I am worthy of being the son-in-law of the Ruan family.]
I gave him the same treatment without saying a word.
A week later, the wedding was held as scheduled.
Because my daughter was so clingy, when I arrived at the hotel, the wedding had already reached the stage of exchanging watches.
Rachel, who had been looking at the door frequently, relaxed her brows visibly when she saw me coming in. She smiled and when the MC asked if she was willing to marry the groom, she pretended to hesitate and was half a beat late.
But she couldn't wait for my reaction. Seeing me standing in the crowd and clapping like nothing happened, her whole face turned cold.
I didn’t know who pushed me hard from behind. I was caught off guard and fell on the drinks table beside me. The champagne tower, which was taller than a person, collapsed. The drinks mixed with glass fragments all fell on me.
Blood flowed down my forehead and in my blurred vision, I seemed to see Rachel anxiously taking two steps towards me, but Patrick rushed out first. He grabbed me tightly and his eyes were red.
He scolded me, "Brother, I kindly invited you to my wedding. How could you deliberately make trouble? I know you are jealous of Rachel for only loving me now. You can beat me or scold me, but you have to destroy my happiness to feel comfortable? Can't you bear to see me live well?"
Patrick was very strong. He held a piece of broken glass in his hand and stabbed it into my flesh, which made my scalp numb.
When I subconsciously tried to push him away, he suddenly fell back. The next moment, a red wine bottle fell on my head. There was a buzzing sound in my ears and the pain made my eyes black.
When I raised my head, I met Rachel's angry eyes, "Are you a dog-skin plaster? I don't even remember you, but you still rush to stick to me. I have never seen such a shameless man like you. Apologize to Patrick!"
There were many guests present, most of whom came here for Julia to appear today.
