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The Jewett family elders had long held the belief that I was a lucky charm for my partner, and their appreciation for me grew stronger as the years went by. They showed me nothing but warmth and consideration.

Despite Kendra's lack of interest in me, I had managed to convince myself that I was satisfied—that is, until I came across those pictures.

One afternoon, Mother entered my room with unexpected news: Rosie would be coming back from her travels in less than a week.

This caught me by surprise, as in my previous life, Kendra's younger aunt had remained single. I hadn't anticipated our arranged marriage to progress so smoothly.

I had a faint recollection of Rosie as a caring and affectionate older sister figure, and the idea of marrying her seemed far more comforting than tying the knot with anyone else.

The next day, I arrived at my fashion studio early, eager to modify the design of my wedding outfit.

Since my college days, I had devoted myself to this piece, meticulously crafting every detail.

Back then, I was obsessed with marrying Kendra, ensuring every design element met her strict standards. She had never allowed me to choose patterns I truly enjoyed.

In this life, I finally had the freedom to select my own wedding attire and marry someone who genuinely mattered to me.

A few days later, after finishing the final adjustments to my design, I headed to the break room to relax. As I settled in, I stumbled upon Elliot's most recent social media update.

The image left me breathless: my meticulously designed wedding outfit had been cut in half and turned into a jacket. He was now wearing it while dancing closely with Kendra.

"Big Sister Kendra knew I needed something to wear, so she brought this for me. It feels amazing to be spoiled!"

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Fury welled up inside me, and I hurried to the ballroom on the fifth floor.

There, Elliot and Kendra were dancing, their bodies moving in sync, perfectly coordinated.

"That's my wedding outfit! How could you give it to him! And destroy it like this!"

The moment Elliot saw me, his expression shifted to one of fear, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Kendra... Did I do something wrong? Why does Brother look so upset...?"

Kendra protected him with a smug grin, her voice laced with contempt.

"Wyatt, it's just a wedding outfit!" she sneered, placing her hands on her hips.

"You were going to wear it for me anyway. What's the big deal if Elliot wears it for a dance now?"

She waved her hand dismissively.

"Besides, I never cared for this design. Just create a new one. Stop making a fuss over nothing."

I stood there, shocked by her audacity.

"Who said it was for you? This was intended for my own wedding!"

Kendra shook her head, a sneer tugging at her lips. "Enough, Wyatt. Your wedding is our wedding, right? I already agreed to marry you. This act is getting tiresome."

My eyes fell on the scissors lying on the nearby table. Without hesitation, I grabbed them and cut the fabric strip hanging from Elliot's waist.

"Kendra, since you're so certain, watch closely! I won't allow anything to be contaminated, and I won't accept anyone tainted either!"

Kendra froze, her eyes widening as she witnessed my determination.

No matter what trouble I had caused before, it had always been to please her. She had never seen me this serious, this resolute about severing ties.

She instinctively reached out to stop me, but before she could act, Elliot erupted into loud, sobbing cries.

"Kendra... My leg... I think I scraped it... It hurts so much... But don't worry... Go after Brother... It's all my fault..."

Kendra paused briefly, her eyes narrowing. Then, she scoffed, watching me walk away.

"Ignore him! A jealous man like that needs to learn. Let him reflect on his own foolishness!"

I stared down at the wedding outfit's threads still entangled in my hands.

Quiet tears fell as I wiped them away, mourning the loss of something I had poured my heart into.