At the wedding reception, Kael approached me with eyes full of love, only to brush past me and take the bridesmaid's hand instead.
I thought his face blindness had kicked in, so I quickly separated their tightly interlocked fingers.
The bridesmaid, embarrassed and angry, shoved me away forcefully:
"Get lost! Don't touch my husband with your filthy hands!"
I was shocked and asked her what she meant.
She sneered and slapped the marriage certificate in my face, then pointed towards the screen in the banquet hall:
"You think you can marry into the Shaw family after cheating before the wedding and having another man's child die in your womb? Did you think my Kael was picking up trash?"
On the screen, intimate photos of me leaving the abortion clinic at the hospital with Kael's arch-nemesis were playing.
And on the marriage certificate, there was unmistakably a photo of him and Scarlett.
Holding back my anguish, I turned to Kael and asked:
"You're calling off the wedding over something so trivial?"