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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?"

Forced to Kneel Before the Bridesmaid

Caelan gently patted my shoulder, his tone soft:


I took out the key and opened the door. Everything in our marital home was still as it had been before the wedding, as if time had frozen at that happiest moment.


It was a bubble castle I had built for myself, ready to collapse at the slightest touch.


I walked straight to the bedroom and began packing my things.


Caelan followed behind me, silently helping me organize.


I quickly packed up my personal items, and everything else related to me was also sorted out, ready to be thrown away.


Caelan helped by running up and down to dispose of the trash.


Until the last bag of garbage, which was full of photo albums and couples' items.


In the thick photo albums were countless pictures of Kael and me.


From our first date, to our first trip, to the moment we decided to get married.


Each photo recorded the sweetness we once shared.


Chapter 8