Not in Our Stars

Oscar Miller was Shirley Bishop's personal bodyguard, but when she got attacked on her birthday, he shielded her foster sister, Myra Bishop, with his own body. Shirley got cut three times—once across her face, once on her arm, and a third that stabbed her lower abdomen, leaving her unable to have children ever again. But even after all that, she still wanted to marry him. Later, Oscar did marry her—but he never touched her, not even once, all the way until his death. At his funeral, the insurance company showed up. "Mr. Miller purchased a large insurance policy before his death. The beneficiary is Ms. Myra Bishop." That was when Shirley realized that after all these years, Oscar had never gotten over Myra. Now, she had been reborn to when her father asked her to choose from four men she had grown up with to be her husband. This time, she decided to fulfill his wish and picked someone else. Chapter 1 Oscar Miller was Shirley Bishop's personal bodyguard, but when she got attacked on her birthday, he shielded her foster sister, Myra Bishop, with his own body. Shirley got cut three times—once across her face, once on her arm, and a third that stabbed her lower abdomen, leaving her unable to have children ever again. But even after all that, she still wanted to marry him. Later, Oscar did marry her—but he never touched her, not even once, all the way until his death. At his funeral, the insurance company showed up. "Mr. Miller purchased a large insurance policy before his death. The beneficiary is Ms. Myra Bishop." Shirley's eyes went red with shock. "What?" The agent explained, "When Mr. Miller bought the policy, he said that Ms. Myra had no one in the world to care for her. He wanted to make sure she'd be taken care of if something happened to him." That was when Shirley realized that after all these years, Oscar had never gotten over Myra. Shirley couldn't remember much from that funeral. But when she got home, she opened the door to Oscar's secret study and found the walls plastered with Myra's photos. In the corners, dolls made in her image were lined up, each more lifelike than the last. So, these were what he had used to relieve himself when he abstained from sleeping with her. And buried in a corner, Shirley found his bank statements. Every single transfer over the years was to Myra. Then there were the letters—piles of love letters he had written her over time, stacked so high that they were shocking. Looking at it all, Shirley remembered the words he whispered before dying. "If there's another life, don't choose me. The person I've always wanted to marry is Ms. Myra." - "Shirley, have you decided who you want?" Daniel Bishop's familiar voice sounded from above. Shirley lifted her head in surprise. "The four boys you grew up with are now capable young men, and it's time for you to get married. Tell me who you choose." Looking at her father's still-young face and her own reflection in the mirror, Shirley realized she had been reborn. She was back on the day she had to announce which one would become her future husband. The Bishops were the most powerful family in Anteford, but they had only one daughter, Shirley. To make sure she would have a suitable husband in the future, Daniel had chosen the boys from four other powerful families—the Tuckers, Fosters, Millers, and Watsons—to grow up alongside her. These four boys had grown up with her as her personal bodyguards. They weren't just strong—they were smart and handsome, too. Oscar was her top choice. He was calm and stunningly good-looking; he was always straight-backed when he walked and steady when speaking, and he rarely looked her in the eyes. His physique alone made him stand out, with his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a presence that drew attention. On her 18th birthday, he wore a white suit and played the piano for her. She'd fallen for him right then. From that day on, she always requested that he protect her wherever she went. But today, when Daniel asked if she had chosen her future husband, she stayed silent. "What's wrong? You've always preferred Oscar. Why are you taking so long today?" Daniel gently stroked her hair. "Just pick him. The Millers aren't the best among the four families, but as long as he agrees that your first child takes our last name, I'll approve the marriage." Child? Shirley bitterly smiled. In her last life, Oscar hadn't even touched her—not a single time. He had only ever loved Myra. "No, I'm chosing someone else." Daniel's shock was clear. "Someone else? You don't have feelings for Oscar?" "No, not anymore. And frankly, never again." The boys' parents had already gathered in the hall, waiting. When Shirley entered, Oscar immediately pulled her aside. "I know you've chosen me today," he said, "but my heart already belongs to someone else. I hope you'll reconsider." Shirley had heard this before in her previous life. Back then, she had been too confident, believing she could win his heart, so she had gone ahead anyway. This time, she wouldn't. "It's not your place to interfere with who I choose. If you really don't want to marry me, take your parents and leave now. Never show your face here again." Hearing how firm her tone was, Oscar froze. She had never spoken to him like this before. Usually, she'd brush against him or tease him with words. But today, it was different. "If you have nothing to say, I'll head inside. I hope you'll be happy with my choice this time." Seeing him stay silent, Shirley walked into the living room without looking back. Chapter 2 This was the last time Shirley would talk about her marriage in front of the heads of the four major families. Everyone held their breath, watching her. Across from her, Oscar sat with a dark expression. "Ms. Shirley, please think about what I just told you. Make sure you're sure before you decide." Shirley's chest tightened when she looked at his anxious face, and a sharp pain hit her heart. It seemed that he really didn't want to marry her. He'd rather let his family lose the Bishops as their big support. George Tucker, seeing Oscar like that, got flustered. "Oscar, you already knew Shirley was gonna choose you. What did you tell her in private?" Meanwhile, Theo Foster yawned. "Exactly. We never had a chance anyway. Right, Jamie?" Shirley glanced at Jamie Watson. Out of the four, he was the only one she never considered as a match. He had been the first to bully her as a kid—tearing her books, even putting a snake in her backpack. Shirley had always hated him and secretly wished Daniel would remove him from the selection. But whenever something happened to her, he was the first one there. Even though he was sharp-tongued and cunning, he was the most capable of the four. In her last life, he became the richest man in the world in less than ten years. Since she had been given a second chance at life, she was going to pick the best. "I choose—" Her words were cut off by a sharp scream from the yard. "What have you done? Can't you watch where you're going? Do you know how expensive this dress is?" Through the glass windows, everyone saw Myra shrinking back, apologizing to Rachel Dunn. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to run into you. I didn't see you just now." "You didn't see me? Are you blind? Who do you think you are, wearing that shabby outfit and showing up at Ms. Bishop's birthday party? You're just asking for trouble!" Rachel raised her hand to slap Myra, but Oscar shot out from the couch faster than anyone could blink. George and Theo didn't see themselves as real contenders anyway, so they grabbed Jamie and went outside to watch the commotion. Before leaving, Jamie glanced at Shirley. There was something unreadable in his mischievous eyes, a feeling that made her heart skip a beat. The slap never landed. When Rachel saw Oscar and the others, her face flushed bright red. "H-hi, Mr. Miller," Rachel stammered. "How dare you try to hit her! Do you know who she is? She's also Ms. Bishop—she's the Bishops' daughter and Shirley's sister. Are you blind?" Too scared to speak, Rachel quickly apologized and ran away. Oscar held Myra protectively in his arms while she looked back at Shirley, who was still inside. "I'm sorry. Did I disturb you? I didn't mean to. It was too dark, and I didn't see her…" Oscar gently squeezed her hand. "It's okay. It's not your fault. Remember, you're a Ms. Bishop, too. Next time someone tries to bully you, you should stand up for yourself." Shirley let out a cold laugh. Ms. Bishop? Shirley was the Bishops' only daughter. Daniel simply adopted Myra when Shirley was little so she wouldn't be lonely. Shirley had given Myra everything that she could. And now, Shirley had decided to let Myra have Oscar, too. Outside, the lights dimmed and flickered. Shirley pulled her gaze back, her chest tightening. Daniel scanned the faces around him and cleared his throat softly. "Ahem. Shirley, make your choice." "Okay. I choose Jamie." The room froze. The parents from all four families were stunned. Oscar's parents looked grim, while Jamie's parents were ecstatic. Daniel frowned. "Jamie? Haven't you always disliked him? You said he used to bully you." "I'm not worried. Mr. and Mrs. Watson, he won't bully me again, right?" "We promise, he won't!" They nodded eagerly. "We'll make sure he treats you like a princess." "Good." Shirley lowered her head. "I don't want to talk about what happened today. Please don't tell the guys for now. The wedding's next month. Just make sure the groom shows up on time." Everyone nodded. No one dared to argue with Shirley. "Understood." Chapter 3 After the details were settled, everyone left. Shirley had just stepped into the yard when Myra shrank back, hiding behind Oscar. "I'm sorry, Shirley. I shouldn't have made such a scene. I should've stayed in my room. It's just… I heard you all talking and got curious…" Before Myra could finish, tears started streaming down her face. Anyone watching might have thought Shirley had bullied her. "Ms. Shirley, Myra didn't mean it. Don't take it out on her," Oscar said sharply, shielding her. "I know our engagement is set. As long as you promise to treat Myra better, I'll marry you." Myra's face went pale as she trembled in Oscar's arms. Shirley couldn't help but sneer. She wasn't even sure what she had done to make Oscar think she had hurt Myra. Seeing the tattered dress Myra was wearing, she asked, "What are you wearing? Didn't Mom and Dad give you money for clothes? If you run around like that, people might think we're mistreating you." "N-no, I just didn't want to spend the money. It's nobody's fault." Before Shirley could respond, a man came charging straight at her. "Go to hell, Shirley! I'm gonna make your family pay!" Shirley immediately recognized him—Dominic Douglas, the CEO of Douglas Enterprise, the Bishops' longtime rival. After the Bishops crushed Douglas Enterprise, Dominic went bankrupt and never fully recovered mentally. In her past life, he had been the one to attack Shirley and cause her infertility. As he rushed forward, Shirley's first instinct was to look at Oscar. But like in her past life, he held Myra tightly against his chest. "Get down! Myra, I got you!" Those simple words stabbed straight into Shirley's heart. The next second, a sharp blade cut into her arm. Bright red blood splashed across her face, and pain shot through her like fire. Shirley was about to call out to Oscar, but Myra had already wriggled free from his arms. "Oscar, you're Shirley's bodyguard! Why are you protecting me? Ah, Shirley, you're hurt!" "Die! I'll kill every one of you Bishops!" Dominic roared, swinging his knife at Myra. But before Dominic could reach Myra, Oscar threw himself in front of her. "Myra, watch out!" The knife sliced into his back, blood soaking his white suit instantly. The scene erupted into chaos. Someone shouted, "Protect Ms. Bishop!" As Shirley panicked, Dominic's eyes locked on her again. He raised his knife, ready to strike. Shirley shut her eyes and yelled, "Oscar, have you forgotten? You're my bodyguard!" The blood-stained blade almost reached Shirley when a man yanked her into his arms just in time. Shirley looked up and saw his cold, sharp jaw. "Are you crazy? Don't you know how to dodge?" The next second, he let her go and spun to fight Dominic. Shirley finally realized—it was Jamie. He had always said he hated her and wished she would die so he could be free. But when danger came, he was always the first to jump in and protect her. His fighting skills rivaled Oscar's. In a few moves, he had Dominic pinned. Dominic had a knife, so Jamie got hurt in the process. Seeing the blood on his arm, Shirley moved forward, but he stood with a smirk and said, "I'm fine. I'm just glad you're not dead." Then he walked away without looking back. Shirley started warming up to him. "Are you okay, Shirley? Please don't blame Oscar. He protected me first because I was closer to him." Myra's sobs sounded in her ear. Shirley looked up to see Oscar walking over, holding Myra safely. "I'm sorry, Ms. Shirley… I—" Oscar tried to explain, but Shirley cut him off coldly, "No need to explain yourself. I got hurt, and according to the rules, you have to be punished." Oscar's expression barely changed when he heard that. His face stayed calm, distant, and cool as ever. "Sure, I'll take the punishment." Chapter 4 The huge living room was silent under the massive crystal chandelier. Oscar kneeled perfectly still in the center of the hall. His back had been slashed by Dominic earlier, and the blood slowly spread over his white suit. Myra stood beside him, biting her lip so hard that it almost drew blood as she stared at his wound. George and Theo were nearby, uneasy. "Ms. Shirley, we're your bodyguards, too. It's our fault you got hurt. You can't just punish Oscar," George said. "Yeah. We should be punished too," Theo added. Shirley sat on the sofa as the family doctor disinfected her wound. The cut had gone deep into her flesh. As the doctor cleaned it, waves of sharp pain shot through her body. But the pain wasn't nearly as bad as what she felt in her heart. She lifted her eyes casually toward the man kneeling before her. Her voice was calm, almost indifferent. "When this happened, you two weren't around. So no punishment for you. But Oscar was here. He's the reason I got hurt, so I'm punishing him. Don't you think that's fair?" Shirley rarely got this angry. George and Theo exchanged glances, then continued to plead on his behalf. "But he's your future husband! Don't you feel bad about punishing him while he's hurt?" "Yeah, you have feelings for him. How could you punish him?" Before Shirley could answer, Oscar, kneeling straight as a board, spoke, "If I could, Ms. Shirley, I'd rather not be the one you choose." "Fine." Shirley stood, ordering someone to bring her the whip. It was the same one Daniel had had made for her when the four bodyguards first joined the Bishops. Fifteen years had passed, and she had never once used it. "Since you're willing to take the punishment, I won't hold back," she said. The moment the words left her mouth, the whip lashed down hard onto his back. The sickening crack split the skin and flesh, and blood gushed out of his previous wound. Myra screamed, "Oscar!" But he didn't flinch or make a sound. Shirley pressed her lips together, and her hand that was holding the whip shook. The thought of how he had ruined her happiness in the last life made her tremble with anger. As she lifted her injured arm to strike a second time, Myra suddenly lunged forward, taking the lash herself. "Ah!" She screamed in pain, and Oscar, panicked, scooped her into his arms. He glared at Shirley, his eyes sharp. "I won't let you touch her!" "She threw herself in front of me. Why are you blaming me?" Shirley asked, raising the whip. "Who's gonna take the third strike—her or you?" "Shirley, don't…" Myra fainted from the pain, and Oscar's heart thumped as he held her tightly. "Myra, wake up! I'll get you help!" He ran upstairs with her before shouting at the family doctor, who was standing frozen in the living room, "Get up here right now! If anything happens to Myra, you'll pay for it!" The doctor glanced at Shirley and dared not breathe. Without her command, he didn't dare to do as Oscar said. "Go," Shirley spat before tossing the whip on the floor. Looking at the blood splattered across the floor and her arm's split wound, she said, "I don't want anyone dying in our house. Oh, and get me the thousand-year-old Devilroot that Dad gave me." Theo asked quickly, "Are you giving it to Oscar to help him recover? If you're nice to him, I'm sure he'll admit his mistake." "No," Shirley said firmly. "Give it to Jamie." "Jamie?" The two exchanged a surprised glance. "I thought you hated him." Shirley raised an eyebrow. "Who said I hated him?" Chapter 5 Early the next morning, Shirley ordered the servants to gather up everything related to Oscar and throw them away. His worn clothes, used pens, school bag, and even the birthday gifts he'd given her—all of them went straight into the trash. The servants looked confused. "Ms. Shirley, these were your most treasured things. Are you sure you don't want them anymore?" Shirley pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yes. Throw them out." She was just about to change and find Jamie when a servant shouted, "Ms. Shirley! Ms. Myra is at the door, begging to see you!" Shirley frowned, her face darkening instantly. "Shirley, I'm sorry about last night. Please don't be mad or blame Oscar, okay? I'm apologizing on his behalf!" Shirley's eyes narrowed as she saw Myra trembling and crying at the door. "Can you cut it out? All this pitiful act of yours is getting old." Shirley stepped past her and was about to leave when Myra grabbed her ankle. "No! I'm not leaving unless you forgive Oscar." "What exactly do you want?" Shirley snapped. "Don't forget, everything you have today comes from me. Without me, you're nothing, let alone the Bishops' heiress." "Hah." Myra's voice turned cold and mocking. "You think I care about status? Everyone treats me like your servant anyway. I'm here to beg you not to marry Oscar. He loves me and wants to marry me! I've been your shadow for years—it shouldn't be hard for you to grant me this one thing, right?" Finally, she showed her true colors. In the last life, Shirley hadn't realized Myra's deceit until it was too late. Looking back, it was obvious. Myra had never been a kind person. All those years, she had acted helpless, and Shirley thought it was just shyness. But it was all fake—she'd been pretending to be the victim to capture Oscar's heart. Too bad Oscar couldn't see it. He'd ignored the real Bishops heiress and went after a powerless foster daughter instead. "What if I say I don't want to?" Shirley raised an eyebrow. "You're just a foster daughter. You have no right to demand anything! If you want to stay in my house, you'd better behave. Otherwise, forget about marrying into any of the four elite families!" Hearing that, Myra gripped Shirley's ankle even tighter, her eyes gleaming with menace. "Since you're so stubborn, I'll make you regret it!" She dug her fingernails deep into Shirley's ankle, causing sharp pain to shoot up her leg. "Let go!" Shirley was about to kick Myra before the latter rolled straight toward the stairs on her own. "Ah! No, stop! It hurts!" Myra cried before tumbling down the stairs while Shirley watched, frozen in shock. Right then, Oscar burst through the door. "Myra! Are you okay?" He scooped her up and glared at Shirley, who was standing at the top of the stairs. "When will you stop? If you touch her again, I swear I will never marry you!" Shirley's face stayed cold as she explained, "I didn't do anything. She fell down herself!" "You're lying! I saw you kick her down the stairs with my own eyes!" "Oscar, it's not Shirley's fault. It doesn't hurt!" Myra whimpered in his arms. Oscar checked her over. "You've fractured a bone. Don't worry. I'll take you to the hospital." On the way out, he noticed the bags the servants were carrying downstairs, all containing his belongings. Looking at the stuff, he snorted. "We're not even married yet, and you're already moving my stuff to our new place? Nobody knows if we'll even get married!" The servants stammered, "M-Mr. Miller, Ms. Shirley asked us to throw—" "Enough. I don't have time for this nonsense." Oscar left with Myra in his arms, not noticing the small, sly smile flicker across her lips. But Shirley saw it. She glanced down at her ankle to see ten fingernail marks pressed into her skin, raw and aching. Oscar couldn't see it. The servant asked hesitantly, "Ms. Shirley, what are we gonna do about these—" "Throw them away," she spat. She blinked through the sting in her eyes, counting down the days until the wedding. She wanted to see Oscar's reaction when he found out he wasn't the person she was about to marry. Chapter 6 Oscar stayed at the hospital with Myra for three days, and during that whole time, Shirley didn't see him at all. It wasn't until the fourth day, while she was discussing the wedding details with Daniel, that Oscar suddenly barged in. "Mr. Bishop, Ms. Shirley, I have something to say." Shirley didn't even look up. "We're eating. Say it after dinner." "No. It can't wait." Oscar's face was cold. "Ms. Shirley, I don't love you. I won't marry you in seven days." Daniel froze. "Oscar, Shirley actually—" Shirley cut him off, raising an eyebrow at Oscar. "I don't care whether you love me or not. All I care about is that you show up on time in seven days." Oscar straightened his back. "I won't show up. I told you: I'm not marrying you." "Fine." Shirley let out a bitter laugh. "Since you love Myra so much, I'll have Dad marry her to someone else! Seven days from now, she'll have a wedding at the same time as mine. I want you to watch her marry another man!" Oscar panicked, his face darkening. "Why are you doing this? Why must you force things? Just because your family is powerful doesn't mean you can do whatever you want!" "Well, you can leave!" Shirley bit her lip while staring at him fiercely. "You can run away with her and live however you want, but I can't guarantee how long the Millers will survive in Anteford." As Oscar was faced with her dominance, a sharp glint of hatred flashed in his eyes. If looks could kill, he would have ended her countless times already. "Fine." He ground his teeth and nodded. "I'll marry you." After Oscar left, Daniel looked confused. "Why did you provoke Oscar? You're supposed to marry Jamie anyway." "He owes me that much." As Shirley thought of her last life, her heart throbbed with old pain. He had ruined her life. Now, she was only going to make him suffer for seven days. After a long moment, her anger slowly faded. "Dad, let them be. Seven days from now, I'll marry Jamie, and Myra will marry Oscar. Since he loves her so much, I'll let him have her." Outside, the rain began to fall, and the leaves rustled in the wind. Thunder roared as lightning struck again and again. Having lost her appetite, Shirley left the dining room, only to see Oscar and Myra in the courtyard, holding each other tightly. Myra was crying so hard that she could barely breathe, her face streaked with tears that mixed with the rain. "Why? Why is Shirley doing this to me? The only thing I did was love you! Is that wrong? Why is my life so miserable? Why am I just an orphan, a shadow of Shirley? Oscar, I don't wanna marry anyone else!" Oscar wiped her tears over and over while holding her close with a pained expression. "I'm sorry I can't do anything about this. She threatened my family's livelihood to force me to marry her. But I promise you, I'll never touch her! Myra, you're the one I love!" The two kissed passionately in the pouring rain. It was a romantic scene that would touch anyone watching. Shirley, however, found it utterly pathetic. "Myra, do you know why I love you and not Ms. Shirley? When I was ten years old, during guard training, I fainted from low blood sugar. But you—you carried me back to the Bishops' in the rain, stumbling as you walked, telling me to hang on. From that day, I swore I would protect you forever." Hearing that, Myra froze while staring at him. Shirley finally understood why Oscar had 'loved' Myra so much all these years. It turned out that he had mistaken Myra for the girl from back then. But that girl was Shirley. A bitter laugh escaped Shirley's lips. She pressed them together and said, with a hint of mockery, "What an idiot." Chapter 7 Shirley headed upstairs, but when she reached her room, she noticed a shadow standing in the corner. She frowned and instinctively tried to back away. "Oscar—" Halfway through calling his name, she stopped. From now on, she would never shout his name first when danger came again. "Jamie…" She took a deep breath and tried to use a different name, wondering if Jamie would show up. The shadow shifted slightly and let out a low grunt. "I'm here." Shirley's heart skipped a beat. She flicked on the light and found Jamie sitting by the window, his sharp eyes glinting like obsidian in the dark. She walked over and saw that his clothes were soaked. "What are you doing here? It's late and raining outside. Didn't I tell you to stay home and rest?" "I just wanted to check your wounds." Without waiting, he grabbed her arm and glanced down. Seeing the scar on her arm, he frowned. "I hope this is the last time I have to protect you. After you marry Oscar, I probably won't come back again." "You're leaving?" Shirley panicked. "Where are you going?" "No idea. But don't worry. I'll stay for your wedding before I go." Jamie released her arm and tapped her nose. "After all, we're enemies. I have to watch you ruin your own life." Shirley smiled. "No matter what, you have to be there on my wedding day." "I'll be there. See ya." As Jamie turned to leave, he glanced at the herbal soup on the table. Shirley had always been a little weak. The family doctor combined modern treatment for injuries and herbal medicine to strengthen her body. She always dawdled when drinking her herbal soup, sometimes even throwing them out. "Remember to finish the herbal soup." He tossed her a piece of candy and left. Holding the candy, Shirley smiled. He always showed up when she took her medicine and gave her a little treat. She wondered how she had never seen his care for her in her past life. - On the wedding day, Shirley and Myra left the Bishops' house together. Both wore wedding gowns, but Shirley's was a heavily custom-made masterpiece. Myra's gown was expensive as well, but it looked ordinary next to Shirley's. They stepped out, one after the other. "You're gonna pay for this!" Myra glared at Shirley, full of resentment, but Shirley didn't even look back. "Don't speak too soon. Maybe you'll thank me later." As they left the Bishops' gate, Myra was a mess of tears. "Oscar!" Oscar stood tall beside Shirley. Seeing Myra cry, he clenched his fists and pleaded one last time. "Ms. Shirley, please, choose someone else." He wore the suit she had given him, looking handsome as ever, yet his mind was on another woman. Shirley didn't answer him. Instead, she pinned the groom's boutonnière on his chest. "You don't have a choice. Tell Myra to stop crying. She should save some for later." Oscar bit his lip and said, low and tense, "Who are you letting her marry? Do you get pleasure from crushing someone's pride?" "Today's my wedding. I don't wanna fight. Get in the car!" Shirley forced him into the car with her. The ride was silent. When they arrived at the hotel, she immediately spotted Theo and George in black suits, clapping excitedly. Seeing Shirley, they shouted, "Wow, Ms. Shirley, you look amazing today!" "Yeah, too bad I'm not the groom! Oscar, you'd better take good care of Ms. Shirley after you're married!" Shirley smiled at the two handsome, cheerful men. "Don't call me Ms. Shirley. Just Shirley is fine. Now that I'm getting married, you don't need to protect me anymore. We'll be friends from now on." They nodded. "Okay! Shirley, we wish you and Oscar happiness!" Shirley looked around, but Jamie wasn't there. Right then, Myra got out of the car and pressed a dagger to her own neck while hissing, "I don't care who you want me to marry today, but I'm telling you, I love Oscar. I'll only marry him!" Everyone panicked as they saw the blood soaking Myra's wedding dress. "Gosh, they're sisters—how did it get to this?" "They're fighting over one guy… Ms. Shirley got to pick among four men, so why not pick any of the other three?" "Who knows? At the end of the day, Ms. Myra's only a foster daughter. How could she compare to the true Ms. Bishop?" For a moment, all eyes were on Shirley. Oscar grabbed the knife to stop Myra from hurting herself. "Myra, I promise, I won't marry her. You'll be my bride today!" At that moment, the wedding posters were delivered. "Sorry, Ms. Shirley. The posters were a bit late!" Rows of posters were placed on the ground. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Wait, is that a misprint? Shirley's groom isn't Oscar—it's Jamie!" "Yeah, so the one marrying Oscar isn't Shirley but Myra. Then why is she trying to hurt herself?" Everyone froze. Oscar's hand was still bleeding. He loosened his hold on Myra, then looked up at the poster behind Shirley. The bride's and groom's names were listed as Shirley and Jamie. His heart skipped a beat as he turned to Shirley with a look of disbelief. "You're not marrying me today?"