If Love is Fruitless, Why Long for It?

My husband and I got married today, but my two childhood sweethearts who once swore they would put me on their family registry have no idea. Instead, they were busy fussing over the girl who was supposedly "saving my life."

To cheer her up, they even bought her an adorable Ragdoll cat as a thank-you gift. They had totally forgotten that I was severely allergic to cat fur.

As a result, when I returned home after just being discharged from hospital, I went into allergic shock and had to be admitted into hospital again.

They also did not believe me when I told them that the girl had orchestrated the whole "life-saving incident".

The moment I regained consciousness in the emergency room, I immediately called my uncle to arrange my marriage.

After all, after my parents passed away, my uncle had arranged a good marriage for me.

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As soon as he heard my consent to get married, he immediately began the fastest marriage arrangement he could possibly do. He did that because he was afraid I would become muddleheaded again and waste my time being torn between those two childhood sweethearts.

He advised, "Joy McKenzie, didn't I tell you before that your two childhood sweethearts barely good enough to be your friends. As a man I know for sure that they don't have the quality to be good husbands! A man always knows another man's flaws better, but you refuse to believe me."

Then he told me, "We get your wedding license first and seven days from now, you will have your wedding party!"

In the past, I always thought my uncle, being a man, could never understand a girl's feelings.

After all, you alone knew if the shoes fit. However, before I even put them on, those shoes had already hurt me countless times.

"Uncle, send me his info. I'll schedule the registration now," I told him.

Marriage was a decision between two people, so I had to take charge of something.

As so happened, when I was about to set the appointment, Tom Weston and Jeff Lawrence heard my words and barged into the hospital room.

They immediately asked me in unison, "What appointment are you talking about? What kind of register are you going to apply?"

I saw no reason to hide it from them, so I answered honestly, "I'm getting married."

The two of them exchanged glances. When they realized neither of them was my groom, they both let out a relieved laugh, "You're making a joke, right?"

I did not pay any attention to them and continued booking my appointment on my phone.

Out of curiosity, they leaned over, as they usually did, to take a look. However, before they could take a good look, Tom's cell phone rang. The sound was mimicking a cat's meow, a ringtone that he had especially set for Lizbeth Collins.

"Tom. I think there's someone in my house! I always triple-lock the door when I leave, but now it opens with just one twist!" Lizbeth said in a panic.

Without a word, Tom jumped up and he and Jeff rushed out together.

While at it, Tom said, "Lizbeth, don't go inside. Wait for us at the usual spot!"

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