Jonas looked at me like he was waiting for me to take a bite. But before I could, he casually brought something up.
"Andy, Mitch's depression is getting worse. She doesn't have anyone to look after her, so I'm thinking of bringing her home."
He paused for a moment, then added, "After all, you caused this mess, so I'll make up for it on your behalf.
Hearing his self-righteous tone, I couldn't help but laugh sarcastically. So that's what all this was about, huh?
Just then, my little boy Ashier came running over while carefully holding a bottle of aspirin.
"Mom! Here, take this! It'll make you feel better!"
He smiled so sweetly.
"This way you won't spread your sickness to Momma Mitch!"
I turned cold and stared straight at Jonas.
"I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I make up for a mistake I didn't make?"
I held Ashier's hand tightly and looked at him with anticipation.
"Ashier, let's say Mommy has to leave... Are you gonna come with me?"
He's my child, a part of me, so a glimmer of hope lingered in my heart.
But in the next second, my boy yanked his hand away and shouted, "I'm staying with Aunt He forever! I'm not going anywhere with you!"
My heart sank instantly.
Jonas pulled Ashier behind him, dumped the bowl of pasta into the trash, and looked down at me with disdain.
"Hey, Andy, who are you kidding? Come on, you begged me to marry you every year! Ha! No way you'd actually just run away now."
With that, he took Ashier by the hand and walked out of the door.
Before they left, I heard him muttering to himself, "Ugh, I really made the right decision to put you under my name when you were born. If it had been on hers, who knows what kind of mess we'd be dealing with."
Ashier chimed in with his tiny voice, "I'm happy you didn't marry her, Daddy!"
The door closed behind them, and my strength gave out. My fever was relentless, sapping my energy.
Trembling, I dragged myself to the hospital
After a few IV drips, the fever subsided somewhat.
Feeling slightly better, I took out my phone and spent hours carefully drafting apology messages to every guest who had been invited to our wedding. I humbly explained that the wedding was canceled.
But the replies baffled me—many guests said Jonas had told them the wedding was still going ahead as planned.
One friend, someone I was close with, hesitated for a while before finally adding me to a group chat.
The group's name? Wedding in Progress.
The admin of the group was Jonas, and just as I joined, he sent a chat.
[Folks, we can't wait to see y'all at my wedding with Mitch! See y'all in a month!]
So it's true—the wedding was still happening. The only difference was that... the groom had a new bride.
I scrolled through the chat history, finding messages from him even late at night. He had been meticulously planning every detail of the wedding, handling everything himself.
Someone then mentioned: [In a month? I heard the Rockefellers are also holding a wedding next month.]
Jonas replied smugly. [Guess Mitch and I are really meant to be. Even a big-shot family like the Rockefellers wants to share our spotlight!]
I stared at the chats with my face expressionless. Without a word, I left the group.
Probably seeing the notice that I left the group, Jonas immediately called me.
"Andy, you... Do you know everything? H-Hey, let me explain…"
But before he could continue, I heard Mitch's voice in the background. "Jonas, how do I look in this wedding dress?"
In the next second, Jonas completely forgot about me.
"Andy, just stay home and wait for me to explain. I'm a bit busy right now."
Just with that, he hung up.
Not long after, I saw Mitch's post on Insta—pictures of her and Jonas in their wedding attire.
When I got back home, Jonas still wasn't there.
