Jason’s POV
It’s the wedding day.
Everyone’s running around, getting everything ready for the big occasion.
“Ah, I just hope this day ends soon!” Shane, beside me, exclaimed. She’s the one with me right now.
Since she’s my assistant, she has to be by my side. As for me, I’m wearing a white tuxedo. We’re on our way to the wedding venue, both dressed for the occasion.
When I glanced at Shane beside me, she looked as stunning as ever. Her dress was smoking hot, showing off her legs clearly. I couldn’t help but look at them. Her cleavage was showing too. And honestly, it looked like she was going somewhere else, not a church, the way she was dressed.
She moved closer to me and hugged me tightly. Her chest pressed against mine. I could feel her pushing herself into me.
“Are you excited, darling?” she whispered to me.
But I didn’t answer. Instead, I just looked away. My attention shifted to the view outside the window. We were riding in a limousine. I hadn’t seen Marla yet, but I knew she was getting ready. That’s the last update I got from the butler.
When we arrived at the venue, I was the first to step out. Shane followed closely behind. Everyone was waiting for us, and camera flashes filled the air. I stood there, emotionless. Not even the slightest emotion could be seen in my eyes.
I just stood firmly. Shane was standing next to me, and it looked like she was waving at the photographers, posing for the camera.
The wedding venue was perfectly arranged.
“Lord Jason, please take your place at the end of the altar, where you will wait for the bride,” the wedding coordinator instructed me.
I followed without hesitation. Shane stepped away from me and went to sit in one of the chairs. As I stood at the end of the altar, I saw the guests eagerly waiting for the bride’s arrival.
As for me, my face was blank, my eyes straight ahead. I just wanted this wedding to be over with.
But as time passed, something started to feel off. Where was Marla? Why was she taking so long?
I asked my servants, “Where’s Marla? Why isn’t she here yet? And where’s Matthew, the butler? I thought Marla should be here by now.”
I couldn’t help but feel irritated.
“We’ll contact him, Lord Jason,” they quickly explained to me before rushing off to call Matthew on the phone.
I noticed the guests around me were whispering to each other. They seemed confused and even skeptical about the whole situation.
“What’s taking the bride so long?”
“Is she okay?”
“Did something happen to her?”
“Sometimes, there are brides who don’t even make it to their own weddings. It happens, right?”
I clenched my fist, my anger rising.
I wanted to shout at those people gossiping about Marla, but I tried to keep calm. Suddenly, the idea hit me—I should call her. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number.
“Come on, pick up,” I muttered under my breath, my jaw clenching. My grip tightened around the phone, but instead of hearing her voice, I got a voice message.
“Sorry, the number you have dialed is invalid and no longer exists. Please try again later if there’s an error.”
I squinted my eyes, my heart pounding. “What the hell?”
Why was her number invalid?
I tried calling her several more times, but she still wouldn’t answer. It always went straight to the same customer service.
“What the heck, Marla?” My frustration was building, and I could feel myself getting more and more confused.
Then, out of nowhere, I got a call. It was from the butler. I quickly answered.
“Where’s Marla? Why is she taking so long? And where are you? Are you already at the wedding venue?”
“Yes, Lord. I’m here, but I have some terrible news to tell you.”
“What is it? Tell me now.”
My heart started racing, and for the first time, I felt a deep unease. I could sense something was wrong.
“Lord Jason, Lady Marla... had a car accident on her way back from the orphanage. She... she didn’t survive. She died from the accident.”
What the fuck?
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I dropped the phone in shock. My world seemed to slow down, and before I knew it, I collapsed to the ground.
My eyes widened, disbelief taking over.
I never expected this day—the wedding I had spent so long preparing for—to turn into her funeral.
