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After 5 years of marriage, my husband finally agreed when I proposed a wedding ceremony for the 99th time.
That night, however, a fire broke out. I was nearly blinded by the smoke, suffered multiple organ damage, and our daughter was severely burned and fell into a coma.
Heartbroken, Garrison rushed us to the hospital and had the arsonist sent to prison.
When I regained consciousness, I frantically inquired about our daughter's condition, but unexpectedly overheard a conversation between the doctor and Garrison in the next room.
"If we treat Miss Winters and the child now, there's still hope. Any later and Miss Winters will be blind for life, and your daughter might die. That's your own flesh and blood. Is it really worth taking such a big risk just to give Melody a wedding?"
"The girl was never likable anyway, and we can always have more kids. If she goes blind, she won't have to see the wedding ceremony. It'll save us the trouble."
"I owe Melody a debt. I just want to fulfill her dying wish and prevent her child from being called a bastard. With our daughter dead and Evelina blind, she can focus on caring for Melody's son."
It turns out the ceremony I've been longing for all these years is something others can have at the drop of a hat.All these years, I've deluded myself into thinking my little family was blissful and perfect. In reality, it was nothing more than a dank, gloomy prison.
If that's how it is, then I might as well leave.

99 Failed Wedding Attempts

All of this was Garrison's handiwork. He could only recall which city I had flown to from the plane ticket, but he didn't know which specific mountain.


I knew people were often searching outside the mountain, so I deliberately avoided them. When I went out for house calls, I was the one who left, and no one knew my exact location.


Online, there was widespread promotion of Garrison's love for me and his repentance. I heard he had bought many amusement parks and all the teddy bears, having designers create numerous wedding dresses.


Among them were styles he personally designed, as well as jewels he had risked his life to obtain, all in the hope that one day I might deign to wear them.


However, there were always sharp-eyed netizens who recognized me and told him my approximate location.


Keeping watch day after day, there was bound to be a slip-up eventually, and I was finally found by him.


Chapter 12