The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 2

The pain was overwhelming, and her heart ached profoundly. Despite that, Jameson did not move to her. He lowered his gaze and got into the waiting car.

The black sedan swiftly merged into traffic. In just a few seconds, Marion could not see Jameson’s car anymore. Under the dim yellow streetlights, the blood-stained white wedding gown appeared excessively vivid in its crimson hue.

Bernadette stood on the side, her face drained of color, too frightened to move Marion, afraid of causing her further harm.

“Marion, don’t be afraid. I’ll call an ambulance right away!”

Her attention was focused solely on Marion despite just having watched her son leave the wedding venue.

Richard hurried over, his face pale. His voice trembled as he spoke, “Marion, how are you?”

He did not dare touch his daughter. The urgency had reddened his eyes.

Marion reached up and grasped her father’s arm. The piercing pain in her lower legs had turned her face to paper. She looked at him, her eyes could not hold back the tears. “Dad, it hurts so much—”

in her

his daughter cry this way. He would have taken this pain for

be afraid. Dad

embraced her, but she could no longer keep

eight hours in the operating theater and a few more in the intensive care

was still at risk. If she did not wake up within the next forty-eight hours, her chances of

him to raise his precious daughter on his own. Today was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but Jameson

he decided that he could no longer stand their presence. “Get out! All of you, get out!” he yelled at

to the hospital doors, leaving only Marion’s close friend, Cassie Greaves, in

inner hall during the wedding. By the time she realized

not comprehend how a well-planned wedding had turned into this. What

Jameson not

the hospital building. As they watched his

grim. If it were not for Jameson’s behavior tonight, Marion would not have been

had on her son. Jameson seemed to have