Chapter 3

Chapter 3

1. The bride ran away.

The wedding venue was in chaos.

I apologized to the guests and informed them that the wedding was postponed.

Despite my efforts to convince everyone it was just an accident, rumors started to spread.

"I heard the bride has someone else in her heart and regretted getting married."

"No way, they looked so in love."

...

The most anxious person was my mother.

She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

She walked unsteadily towards me.

I quickly stepped forward to support her.

"Jase, what happened to Kathleen?"

She was blind and couldn't see, but she could hear.

Just now, many people were gossiping nearby, saying her daughter-in-law had run away.

Kathleen usually appeared very respectful and caring in front of her.

She always seemed to love me deeply.

How could she suddenly run away from the wedding?

I gently patted her shoulder and reassured her, "Mom, it's nothing. Kathleen had an emergency at her company, so the wedding is postponed for a few days."

My mom liked her a lot.

And my mom wasn't in good health. I couldn't imagine how devastated she would be if she knew her beloved daughter-in-law had run away with someone else.

"That's good, that's good. I knew Kathleen liked you so much, she wouldn't do such a thing... But today is the most important day of her life, how could she... sigh..."

My mom kept talking but stopped, afraid that I might feel bad.

Yes, today was supposed to be the most important day of my life.

Of all days, it had to be today.

I waited all night. Kathleen didn't come back until dawn.

She walked in holding her wedding dress, carefully making sure it didn't get damaged.

But I immediately noticed her clothes didn't fit well.

They were loose.

Exposing her slender neck.

On the left side of her neck, there was a red mark.

Kathleen walked in, frowned at me, "Why are you still up?"

"And smoking so much."

She glanced at the ashtray in front of me.

It was overflowing with cigarette butts.

Kathleen didn't like me smoking, so I controlled the number I smoked every day.

But today, I had smoked an entire pack.

I didn't respond and went straight to the topic from the day, "Don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

Her body stiffened for a moment.

"You know, Preston had surgery today. He was just scared."

I was trembling with anger, but because my mom was still resting in the room, I lowered my voice, "But today was our wedding, Kathleen."

She seemed impatient, "We can have another wedding, but if Preston didn't make it today, I wouldn't have been able to see him one last time. Can you stop being so petty?"

"You already broke up with him! Do you know how important today was? Is he an orphan with no one but you?"

Kathleen was stunned by my outburst.

She wasn't happy either, "Why are you being so harsh? Are you worried about the losses today? How much? Tell me, and I'll pay you back."

Saying that, she was about to go into the room to get her bag.

Just then, my mom woke up.

She felt her way along the wall and came out, "Kathleen, what's wrong?"

Kathleen snorted coldly, "Your son wants me to pay him back!"

My mom was soft-hearted. Hearing Kathleen's angry tone, she quickly urged me to go in and comfort her.

She was worried I would lose someone I loved.

But mom, it seems she doesn't like me anymore.

To reassure my mom, I still went in.

Kathleen was rummaging through the drawers looking for her bag.

I knew this was her way of showing she was angry.

Making a scene to get my attention.

It was always like this. Whenever we fought, she would put on a face.

I loved her.

So I always gave in and comforted her.

The red decorations on the wall, the red tea on the table.

The wedding dress on the sofa.

All were glaringly obvious.

I exhaled, "Kathleen, are we still getting married or not?"

I was offering her one last chance.

Giving her an out.

As long as she gave a reasonable explanation, I could still fool myself.

But I overestimated her.

"Let's wait until Preston gets better."

With one sentence, she made it clear who was more important in her heart.

I laughed at myself, "Fine, you wait. I won't accompany you."

Kathleen thought I was just jealous, "Stop obsessing over a sick person."