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—”

much pain, in her legs

cry this way. He would have taken this pain for

be afraid. Dad

keep

hours in the operating theater and a few more

not wake up within the next forty-eight hours, her chances of waking up

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

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

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

like the other bridesmaids, had been in the inner hall during the wedding. By the time she realized something was wrong, Marion had already

well-planned wedding had turned into this. What had happened to

Jameson not

Royce out of the hospital building. As they watched his retreating figure, Joseph

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

kind of hold Sally had on her