He Faked Our Wedding to Marry Another Woman

"Besides, I think Evelyn is Adrian's biggest problem. She only saved him once, and she didn't die. Adrian has taken care of her for five years, which should be enough. But now he has to take care of her feelings and even has to keep his own wedding a secret." "Given Adrian's current status, who would actually marry a blind woman? That would be too shameful. Chloe is a much better match for him; they're a perfect couple." "Today's wedding is much grander than the proposal on White Day earlier this year. Adrian really dotes on Chloe." No one noticed that I, sitting in the back seat, shed two tears. Adrian did not go home on Valentine's Day. He said he had to work overtime and told me to go to bed early. At that time, I touched the blisters on my hands and didn't say anything, only telling him not to overwork himself. That was a dish I specially wanted to cook for him, which I learned from the nanny, Martha Wilson. Because I couldn't see, I got burned by the hot pan. I opened my eyes and stared silently at the screen in the passenger seat. Adrian slipped a diamond ring onto Chloe's ring finger and said something affectionately. Chloe shed tears of emotion, which he gently kissed away. I looked at my empty palms. When I was twenty-three, I went on a date with Adrian at the mall. The billboard above my head suddenly fell down. I instinctively pushed it away, but it hit my head and caused me to lose my sight. When I woke up, Adrian was by my bedside, his hand trembling as he held mine. I touched his face; my palm was full of tears. Adrian said that from now on he would be my crutch and eyes, and he would hold my hand wherever we went, afraid that I would fall. Later, he worked hard to start his own business, saying he wanted to give me the best life and the grandest wedding. Now he finally has the ability to do it. But it was all for the sake of marrying another woman. While the two people in front of me weren't paying attention, I took out my phone. Send a message to that familiar number. Those two people just left me at the hospital and left. The reason given was to check if Adrian needed any help. After the wound was bandaged, I waited alone from day to night. Adrian never showed up. Around 11 o'clock, he finally called: “Evelyn, I feel bad that a client lives in the next city and made a long trip for nothing.” "I'm going to take him home myself. You'll have to stay at the hospital for the night. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." After saying that, the phone was hung up. He didn't ask how my injury was, nor did he ask if I had eaten. The only accusations were veiled criticisms, as if I was the one causing trouble. The two, who had just left, posted several videos in a row on Instagram Stories. [Let's have some fun playing pranks on Adrian and his wife during their wedding night!] [A wife's tears are a husband's Achilles' heel. The moment his sister-in-law cries, Adrian immediately abandons his plan to pick up a certain burden from the hospital, hahaha.] So that's why Adrian refused to come. The first few posts are all pictures of him and Chloe playing intimate games. I watched them sit on our wedding bed, biting into the apple hanging in the middle, mouth to mouth. But because they couldn't reach each other, they ended up kissing mouth to mouth. Chloe blushed, but Adrian smiled and pressed the back of her head, deepening the kiss amidst their teasing. She shyly nestled into Adrian's arms, as if something had poked her. "What is this?" Adrian pulled out a safety amulet, ripped it off, and casually threw it into the trash can. "It's nothing, just some cheap street vendor stuff." "Does it hurt? Let me rub it for you." My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly; even breathing hurt. That was when Adrian was sick and didn't get better for a long time. I secretly asked the driver to take me to a Buddhist temple in the suburbs, where I knelt down all 999 steps to pray for it.

Because he was blind, he rolled down the road and nearly died. When Adrian found out, he was both angry and heartbroken, and hugged me tightly, still shaken. “Evelyn, you don’t need to do anything for me. As long as you’re by my side, even if I’m in the underworld, I’ll run back to take care of you.” "Don't worry, I will cherish it with my life." But now, he throws it away like trash. I clicked on the last video, and someone asked, still worried: "But Evelyn is blind. Won't something bad happen if we leave her alone in the hospital?" "Tch, it's good that something happened. Then Adrian will be completely relieved. What can Evelyn do besides drag others down? Unlike your sister-in-law, she's not only Adrian's capable assistant at the company, but she also gave him a big, healthy son. That's what you call virtuous." "Adrian, be honest, have you regretted being with Evelyn for the past five years?" Adrian paused: “Evelyn was my girlfriend at the time, and I have never regretted taking care of her.” Hearing this touched me. Chloe's expression changed, and she smiled knowingly. "Yes, she did save Adrian's life after all, so Adrian should be responsible for her for the rest of his life." But Adrian's face instantly turned cold, and he let out a sneer: "I've worked so hard at Bayview to get to where I am today so that she can have a good life. Isn't that enough?" “I should take care of her, but sometimes I wish she hadn’t saved me that day, or maybe… I wouldn’t have to be so tired, having to consider her feelings all the time.” Chloe leaned against him, looking weak and pitiful. "Adrian, you don't need to worry about me. It's okay if I suffer a little grievance." "I'd be content with just one wedding. At least outsiders won't say our child is illegitimate. As for getting a marriage certificate, I don't even dare to hope for that." Adrian hugged her tenderly, as if he had made a decision. "It's just a marriage certificate, right? Here you go." "What about Evelyn..." "I'll just get a fake certificate to fool her another day. She won't see it and won't notice." I couldn't hear what they said after that. He clutched his chest and curled up on the hospital bed, where it felt like there was a hole, letting in a cold draft. Adrian's comment was probably meant to say, "I could have just been killed by the billboard, and then none of this would have happened." The phone rang, and my brother's long-lost voice came from the other end: "Evelyn, your eyes are finally better? I'm so happy to see your message. I thought you were still angry, so I didn't dare to attend the wedding." "Are you happy being a bride? Is Adrian good to you?" Hearing my brother's words of concern, I could no longer hold back and burst into tears. “Brother, he married someone else and had a child. He’s hoping I won’t die soon.” "I don't want to be with him anymore, I want to go home." When I was thirteen, my mother passed away due to illness. The women and children from the father's other wives were eager to make their move. To protect me from the power struggles within the family, my brother secretly sent me from Kingsport to Bayview to study. I was too young then, and I thought he thought I was a burden and didn't want me anymore. Out of resentment, he never revealed his identity to outsiders. Later, my father also passed away, and my brother became the new head of the family. He was busy purging the influence of those other branches of the family and had no time for me. I met Adrian in college, and he made me feel cared for and appreciated, so I fell head over heels for him. Because I was injured while saving him, my brother absolutely refused to let me be with him, which led to a fierce argument between us. I never went back to Kingsport. But my brother was still worried that I wasn't doing well.

Therefore, since Adrian started his business, he has been secretly using his family's resources against me. He chose to condone the fact that a third party had brought him funding and introduced him to projects. He said, "The Carter family's little princess's future husband can't be too bad, or he'll lower my sister's standards." Ironically, outsiders all thought I was a burden to Adrian, and even he thought so himself. My documents and some other very important things are still in the bridal chamber. The next day, without waiting for Adrian to pick me up, I took a taxi home by myself. As soon as I entered, I saw Chloe standing in front of the full-length mirror wearing a moon-white hand-embroidered cheongsam. "Adrian, am I pretty?" Adrian affectionately wrapped his arm around her waist: "A beautiful person looks good in anything." My eyes darkened; it was the cheongsam my mother had embroidered for me by hand before she passed away. She imagined what I would look like when I grew up while she was in pain, and made me according to her own figure when she was young. She wanted me to wear it when I returned to my parents' home after our marriage; it was also the last gift she would give me. I've carefully preserved it for over a decade, and I've never been willing to wear it even once. “Those are my clothes, take them off.” I suddenly spoke, startling them both. Adrian exclaimed in surprise: “Evelyn, how could you do this to yourself…” Before he could finish speaking, as if realizing my gaze was off, he suddenly widened his eyes: "When will you be able to see it? Why didn't you tell me?!" His expression was complex, but it was definitely not pure happiness. I looked at him sarcastically: "You were disappointed yesterday when you abandoned me in an abandoned factory and married another woman, weren't you?" Adrian was speechless for a moment. Chloe, however, walked over with red-rimmed eyes: “Evelyn, don’t blame Adrian. He’s just too responsible and doesn’t want people to talk about me and the baby. Once you get your marriage certificate with him, you will still be the real Mrs. Sinclair.” “I haven’t been back to my hometown for a long time. My parents heard that I had a wedding and invited us back for a homecoming banquet. My child is also one year old now, so it’s time to meet my maternal grandparents.” "Adrian told me to wear this cheongsam because I didn't have any suitable clothes at the moment. I'll return it to you now..." She made a move to take it off, but tears streamed down her face. It was as if they had suffered some kind of humiliation. Adrian pressed her hand down, looking at me with displeasure: “Your parents died a long time ago. Besides me, where else can you go back to? Why not let Chloe wear it? It’ll save it from being a waste.” "Since you've seen it all, let's put it bluntly. Chloe gave birth to my son, and I can't just abandon her and our child." “But that doesn’t mean I’ll abandon you, Evelyn. From now on, you and Chloe should get along well. She can accompany me to social events, and you can stay home and take care of the kids. Anyway, you’re not comfortable in those kinds of situations.” I couldn't care less about his ridiculous remarks and the subtle disdain in his tone. A thought kept swirling in my mind. Is their child one year old? The time when Chloe got pregnant was around the time my daughter died. Adrian and I used to have a daughter. She was worried that she wouldn't look good in a wedding dress while pregnant, so she decided to hold the wedding after the baby was born. But she died of congenital heart disease before she was even a year old. I was heartbroken. If Adrian hadn't been there for me, I probably would have jumped off the building. So, he pretended to be affectionate in front of me while cheating on me? Before I could say anything, the sound of a baby crying suddenly came from the nursery. My heart skipped a beat. He rushed in before the two of them could. The scene inside left me stunned.

The crib that once belonged only to their daughter now houses Adrian and Chloe's child. With Martha's help, I painstakingly created a photo wall for my daughter. All of them were replaced with photos of the three of them together. I looked at them blankly: Where are my daughter's photos? Chloe pursed her lips and whispered: “Adrian asked me and the children to move here, but there’s a saying in my hometown that you can’t hang pictures of the dead in the bedroom. If they’re already hanging, you have to burn them all, otherwise the children will have nightmares.” “I was worried about the baby, and I didn’t want to disturb you while you were resting in the hospital, so I burned the photos first. Evelyn, we’re both mothers, you should be able to understand me, right?” My gaze fell on the trash can in the corner. All that remained inside were charred pieces of paper curled up after the photograph had burned. "Baby, Mommy hasn't seen what you look like yet..." I staggered and squatted down, and with a light touch of my fingertips, I turned to ashes. I don't know who broke the beer bottle last night, but the shards got mixed in and immediately cut my finger. Adrian frowned and pulled me up. “Evelyn, be normal. It’s just a few photos. Do you have to act like someone has wronged you?” "Chloe was also thinking about the children; the dead should always make way for the living." "At worst, I'll have someone contact the photographer again to see if he still has any negatives." He said it with a relaxed expression. As if forgetting, the elderly photographer retired and went on a world tour shortly after taking the photos of his daughter. They even put the equipment up for sale online, so they have no idea whether the film is still there. The files stored on Adrian's phone were formatted due to a device malfunction. During those days when I couldn't see, I carefully traced my daughter's eyebrows and eyes with my fingers again and again. I dream that one day I will regain my sight and see her lovely little face with my own eyes. Even that last bit of hope was destroyed by them. Adrian glanced at my still-bleeding finger: "I'm going to get some iodine and bandages, so I don't get infected." As soon as he stepped outside, Chloe smiled and held up a ceramic photograph. “Evelyn, don’t be sad. There’s another one here. I dug it out of your daughter’s tombstone.” The small black and white photo shows that little face that I've sketched countless times. A bad feeling suddenly crept into my heart: "What did you do to my daughter's grave?!" Chloe smiled meaningfully: “My baby son has been crying at night a lot lately, but he’s not sick, so Adrian went to find a master to take a look.” He said that children are weak and easily attract unclean things, so they should wear jewelry with strong yang energy. It would be even better if a relative had worn it, as the energy would not be repulsive. "It's a pity that neither Adrian nor I have any. Fortunately, your daughter's birth chart is pure Yang, so Adrian took the initiative to make two bracelets from her ashes for my son. It's as if you, this useless person who refuses to leave, are still somewhat useful." She tossed the ceramic photo into my pocket, admiring my expression: "Evelyn, do you regret being able to see this?" "Otherwise, you can continue to be a stupid and happy idiot, living in that beautiful dream that Adrian truly loves you." My mind went blank, and I stared intently at Chloe. Unable to control his anger, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face: "You two beasts!" I walked toward the crib, intending to take off the bracelet. Chloe suddenly screamed, "Evelyn, if you have any complaints, take them out on me! Don't hurt my child!"

The next second, a figure rushed in and slapped me hard across the face. The mouth was instantly filled with the smell of blood, and blood flowed down the corner of the mouth. Chloe, holding the child, cried and hid behind Adrian. “Adrian, Evelyn is angry that you married me. She not only hit me, but also tried to strangle our son.” "Take us away, I don't want to stay here anymore." Adrian looked at me with eyes full of disappointment: "Evelyn, when did you become so vicious?" "Just because you lost your child, does that mean you should make others suffer the pain of losing a child as well?" I pointed at the bracelet the baby boy was wearing, my eyes bloodshot, and roared: "You're the ones who are vicious! Do you dare say what that was made of?!" Adrian paused, then awkwardly looked away. "I don't understand what you're saying." "If I had known that you would become a psychopath who would even prey on children once you regained your sight, I would have preferred to remain blind for life. At least that would have been better than being kind now." He took the child, put his arm around Chloe's waist, and looked at me indifferently: "I have to accompany Chloe back to her hometown and I'm busy catching my flight, so I won't argue with you today." "You should reflect on this at home. When you come back, I hope you can apologize to her properly. Otherwise, you can forget about getting a marriage certificate." Ha, he still thinks I care about that fake certificate? After they left, I packed my luggage and documents. Martha looked distressed and tried to help me reduce the swelling on my face with an egg, but I politely declined. “Martha, I’m leaving. Please tell Adrian that we’re over.” After saying that, I left without hesitation. At Bayview Marina, a private yacht had been waiting for me for a long time. “Miss Carter, the master has sent us to take you home.” I turned and glanced at the brightly lit Bayview. When I was thirteen, I came here filled with confusion and fear. Later, I met Adrian, and I poured all my girlish feelings and romance into this relationship, dreaming of building a family with him and living a happy life together. Now that I'm leaving, all that's left is a heart full of hatred. Adrian, enjoy these next few days. We'll see each other again soon. Then I will make you kneel before me and repent for what you have done.