The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 3

Marion’s hand trembled, and her phone slipped from her grasp, hitting the bed rail with a loud crack before landing on the floor.

Cassie woke abruptly, instinctively turning towards Marion. Cassie’s heart surged with a mix of excitement and heartache. “Marion, are you awake?”

“Cassie—”

Marion tried to address her friend but her voice trembled and made it difficult to talk. Cassie, having just woken up herself, did not think much of the sound of Marion’s phone falling.

As she bent down, Cassie picked up the phone, and as she did, she caught sight of the illuminated screen. There was a photo of Jameson embracing Sally.

Cassie seethed with anger, her entire body trembling. Unsure if Marion had seen the picture yet, she suppressed her rage, pretending everything was fine. “Marion, you’re awake. I’ll get the doctor to check on you.”

Marion’s gaze swept over the phone Cassie placed on the bedside table. She did not say anything. She closed her eyes and softly replied, “Okay.”

was still wearing yesterday’s bridesmaid dress; she had not changed since last night, standing guard

to worry anymore. Besides, it was time for her to

Sally’s eyes, she would always be Jameson’s second choice. She once reassured herself that it did not

without a second thought? She’s had enough! Marion clenched the bedsheets tightly, gritting her teeth. The tension

tension he held throughout the night finally eased. After

outside, Marion called out, “Dad,” a hint of panic crossing her pale face. Cassie hurried outside

Craig and Daniel Florrick emerged

hesitated and then spoke, “Mr.

his hand, signaling for Daniel to assess the situation. Daniel nodded and went

walking deeper into the ward. Soon,

footsteps, Marion slowly opened her eyes. As her eyes met the man’s deep, ocean-like gaze,

one who hit you yesterday. What compensation can I offer you?” The man’s voice was low, his words carrying a hint of indifference. It was

her pursuit of Jameson, she had not paid any attention to the vehicles around her. In a

her gaze, looking at the