The back of my hand reddened instantly from the boiling water and the skin even began to peel.
The cup clattered to the floor. It shattered into pieces and the organ donation agreement was damaged beyond recognition.
The burning sensation spread quickly, like a small flame searing my skin. I clutched my hand tightly, my brows furrowed in pain.
"It looks like I won't be able to sign today. Let's do it tomorrow," I said.
"What a useless person, can't even do this simple thing right," Willa muttered softly, then hugged Henry's neck affectionately. "We still have things to do. Just leave her alone for now."
Henry's expression darkened instantly, his brow furrowing slightly with impatience. "Fine. Then rest. I'll come get your signature first thing tomorrow morning."
After saying that, ignoring the mess on the floor, he pulled Willa out of the ward.
Once they were gone, I carefully stepped around the shards, went to the bathroom to rinse my burn with cold water and had a nurse bandage it.
Therefore, I made a phone call. "I've sent the things to you. The wedding plans for tomorrow will proceed as scheduled."
***
The next morning at dawn, Henry called me. "Suzanne! Why did you check out early without calling me? Where are you!"
I finished packing the last of my luggage and sent it off before answering slowly, "I just wanted to give you a surprise. I'll head straight to the hotel in a bit."
By the time I arrived at the hotel, Willa and Henry were already waiting for me in the dressing room. Through the slightly ajar door came the sounds of their playful banter.
Willa said, "Imagine Suzanne's reaction when she finds out I'm the bride today. It'll be priceless."
Standing at the door, I let out a cold laugh and calmly pushed it open.
Both of them were startled. Henry stared guiltily into my eyes, seemingly trying to discern something. Eventually, still uneasy, he waved his hand in front of my face and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He guided me to sit in front of the vanity mirror, watching helplessly as the makeup artist dressed me in my bridesmaid dress and applied rough makeup.
Meanwhile, Willa stood beside him in a high-end designer wedding gown.
When the ceremony began, Henry handed me the train of Willa's dress. As the music swelled and the doors slowly opened, I followed behind her step by step onto the stage.
"Let us welcome today's bride into this romantic fairy tale! Everyone, please look at the screen!"
Just as Willa was feeling smug, the previously heartwarming wedding photos on the screen suddenly switched to an unexpected display.
One by one, her private photos appeared, along with pictures of the two of them secretly being intimate behind my back. Even recordings of their schemes were played on the giant screen.
The guests all turned to look at the screen, standing up one after another.
Some hurriedly looked away, others stifled laughter and a few discreetly pulled out their phones to take pictures.
The smiles on Willa and Henry's faces froze and the color drained from their faces instantly.
The crowd's roar drowned out Henry's furious shouts to turn off the screen, along with Willa's panicked sobs.
Chaos erupted throughout the venue and in the ensuing confusion, I slipped away from the wedding.
At the hotel entrance, the Sanchezs' car was waiting to pick me up.
The moment I got inside, I sent Henry a message. [This is your surprise. I hope you like it. Goodbye, Henry.]
Thenceforth, I took the SIM card out of my phone and threw it out the window.
