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—”

pain, in her

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

afraid. Dad

cautiously approached and embraced her, but she could no longer keep her eyes open. “Dad,” she cried softly

had been seriously injured. It took the doctors over eight hours in the operating theater and a few more in

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

him to raise his precious daughter on his own. Today was supposed to be

stand their presence. “Get out! All of you, get out!” he

them to the hospital doors, leaving only Marion’s close

been in the inner hall during the wedding. By the time she realized something was wrong, Marion had already been taken away in the

comprehend how a well-planned wedding had turned into this. What

not have

they watched his retreating

for Jameson’s behavior tonight, Marion would not have been

had on her son. Jameson seemed to