A Tragedy on the Wedding Night

My loved one hired a few thugs to bully me on the night of our wedding.

They forced me to drink wine with spit in it and made me kneel to lick the cigarette ashes on the floor.

They used my body as an ashtray and branded me with one scar after another.

Finally, they used a cigarette to burn off a mole at the corner of my eye.

The burnt smell was unforgettable, and I finally saw her through.

She intentionally treated me well, made me fall in love with her, married me, and then dumped me cruelly, all for the sake of avenging the man she loved.

1

When Lydia Bryon poured water on me, the icy sensation sent shivers down my spine.

I shook the chain on my wrist and asked her with red eyes, "Why?"

I didn't understand.

Lydia was the woman who once said that she would fight against the whole world for me.

She was my lifesaver when I was almost drowned in the sea of countless rumors.

Why did she have to do this on our wedding night?

Lydia blew smoke in my face and sneered.

"Who do you think you are?

"Do you know that every time you held my hand, I felt like tearing my skin off to avoid you?

"Do you know that every time you kissed me, I felt nauseous and wanted to throw up upon smelling your scent?

"Even taking a glance at you made me feel sick."

In a mix of grievances, anger, shame, and countless emotions, I felt suffocated and unable to breathe. With a choked voice, I asked.

"Why did you treat me like this? What did I do wrong?"

She took a puff of her cigarette and looked at me as if I was something dirty.

"The biggest wrong you've ever done is to be the son of Reece Cally!

"I don't mind how many mistresses your terrible father has! But he shouldn't have dragged Timothy into this!

"He's in jail now. I know that. But so what? To pay his debt? Yet Timothy is dead now! What's the point?"

"Timothy?" I murmured to myself.

Suddenly, a slap landed on my face, causing a brief ringing in my ears. I touched my half-numb face.

"Dawson, you don't deserve to mention his name," Lydia angrily rebuked.

I stared at her blankly, my heart ached so much that it almost convulsed.

Lydia was always gentle and generous, but she could spoke harshly to me just because I mentioned Timothy's name.

Thus, the man on her mind was called Timothy.

It turned out that she approached me only to seek revenge for Timothy.

I covered my face, trying hard not to let her see me crying.

"Lydia, can you let me go, please?"

Lydia pressed the burning cigarette butt against my collarbone and warned, "Don't call me Lydia. I find it disgusting."

"But you said you loved it when I called you by your name!

"You said I had a beautiful voice!"

I couldn't help but cry and shout at her.

Lydia was no longer the woman she was yesterday when she told me to get prepared for our wedding.

Lydia now sat at the bedside and patted my face. The words she spoke made me feel as if I was in an ice cave.

"From the beginning to the end, I never had any feelings for you.

"It was all your own foolish delusion.

"Beautiful voice?...