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My partner contracted an unusual illness, and his survival seemed unlikely. To secure the treatment, I had an intimate encounter with the head of the research facility. Clay Danhauser pulled through. He proposed to me on bended knee, his eyes brimming with tears. However, shortly after, I discovered him trying on wedding attire—with my former college housemate. When I mustered the courage to address this, he responded with contempt. "The idea of you being intimate with another man disgusts me! I should marry someone pure and untainted—not someone who's been shared like a cheap, soiled plaything!" His cruel words left

A Bride's Twisted Tale

Before Clay could finish speaking, several large men forcibly removed him.


The sound of destruction mingled with his mother's shrill cries.


And just like that, the absurd incident concluded.


Jewell and I were quickly taken to the medical center. After ensuring Jewell was attended to by a nurse, Clifton remained by my side throughout.


His phone kept buzzing, but he disregarded every call. Eventually, he simply muted it.


"I want to give you my full attention," he explained. "I don't want any distractions."


"Mr. Danhauser, I apologize... I spoiled the ceremony," I said softly.


He feigned annoyance, adopting a stern expression. "What? Still addressing me as Mr. Danhauser?"


"Oh... Clifton," I stammered, still unaccustomed to using his first name.


"Lorraine, do you recall rescuing me seven years ago?" he inquired.


"Huh?" I looked at him, puzzled. But I couldn't quite remember what he was referring to.


He grinned and began recounting a car crash from seven years prior.


Chapter 8