ManyWriters

For three years, I was Susan's devoted lapdog. She toyed with me 98 times.
Until the eve of our wedding, when she threw a tantrum and tossed away the engagement ring.
"If you find it, I'll marry you," she said.
After spending a night searching for the ring in an alligator-infested pond, I was about to go comfort Susan when I accidentally overheard her conversation with a friend.
"Miss Shaw, how many times have you messed with Frost now?"
"How long has George been gone? Can't you let him go?"
Susan replied coldly, "He's the one who got George killed. He deserves everything coming to him!"
My knuckles turned white as I gripped the wedding ring, my blood freezing in an instant.
So my undying love was just a tool for Susan's revenge.
At that moment, I threw away the ring and dialed a number. "I'll agree to the arranged marriage. Let's have the wedding in three days."

Betrayed 99 Times By My Girlfriend, I Married Another

"Miss Shaw, are you out of your mind? This is clearly Mr. Frost and Miss Winters' wedding today!"


"Tsk, tsk, is she here to crash the wedding? This is going to be quite a show..."


The security guard looked troubled, but duty-bound, he still blocked her way: "Miss Shaw, please calm down. Don't disrupt our work here."


"How dare you stop me?!" Susan was completely enraged, raising her hand to slap the security guard.


Just then, an icy voice came from the entrance of the ballroom, dripping with undisguised mockery and disgust:


"Miss Shaw, don't you think it's rather inappropriate to show up at my wedding dressed like that?"


I stood at the doorway, wearing a crisp black tuxedo with the groom's boutonnière pinned to my chest, looking coldly at the scene unfolding before me.


Susan's hand froze mid-air. She whirled around, and upon seeing me, latched onto me like a lifeline, her tone urgent, "Tell them! I'm your real bride!"


As she spoke, she tried to throw herself at me.


I took a small step back, avoiding her approach, my gaze remaining frigid.


At that moment, a gentle hand softly linked through my arm.Elise appeared by my side, wearing that dazzling "galaxy-inspired" wedding dress.


I lowered my head to look at Elise, my once icy gaze instantly softening. I raised my hand to gently smooth a stray hair at her temple.


Then, I lifted my head, turning my gaze to Susan, whose expression suddenly froze. "Miss Shaw, this is today's one and only bride, and my wife—Elise."


Those two words were like four poisoned daggers, plunging mercilessly into Susan's heart.


The color drained from her face in an instant. She looked at me in disbelief, then at Elise beside me, her body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.


"No... impossible..." she mumbled, her lips quivering, her eyes unfocused.


She looked at me, her eyes filled with desperate pleading: "Frost, tell me this isn't true!"


I clearly recited her conversation with Aria from that night, each word like a whip lashing across her face.


"Frost was responsible for George's death... He brought this all on himself...""Wedding is my 99th act of revenge. He owes George, and I'll make him pay double!"


Susan stumbled backward. "That night, you... you heard everything?"


She panicked completely, instinctively reaching out to grab my arm. This was her usual trick; whenever she showed weakness, I would always soften.


"Frost, it's not like that. Let me explain..." Her eyes reddened, her voice choked with tears. "I was just angry! I didn't really mean to..."


"Miss Shaw," I cut her off, my voice returning to its previous icy coldness and impatience, "The charade ends here. You're not welcome."


I turned to the security guards, my tone hardening: "What are you waiting for? Escort this 'guest' who's disrupting the wedding out of here!"


Chapter 5