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.”

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

anymore. Besides, it was time for

matter? In Sally’s eyes, she would always be Jameson’s second choice. She once reassured herself that it did not matter, that he loved her, but the excruciating pain coursing through her body now screamed

tightly, gritting her teeth. The tension intensified the pain from her wounds, but

Richard bringing breakfast. The tension he held throughout the night finally eased. After

“Dad,” a hint of panic crossing her pale face.

and Daniel Florrick emerged from the elevator and saw Richard being assisted by nurses toward the

hesitated and then spoke, “Mr.

his hand, signaling for Daniel to assess the situation.

and continued walking deeper into the ward. Soon, he arrived

Marion slowly opened her eyes. As her eyes met the man’s deep, ocean-like gaze, she uttered, “Mr.

yesterday. What compensation can I offer you?” The man’s voice was low, his words carrying a hint of indifference. It was a casual remark, delivered calmly and

an accident, and in her pursuit of Jameson, she had not paid any attention to the

her gaze, looking at the