Chapter 2

I poured the whole bottle of whiskey on the wedding bed.

Bedsheets, pillows, wedding photos, nothing was missed.

Madison was wrapped in quilt and shrank back.

"Are you crazy?"

I took out my lighter.

"You only see it now?"

Blue flames danced at the fingertips.

Ethan rushed over.

"Put it down!"

I raised my phone.

"Take one more step and I'll send the full version to the media."

I said.

"Are you pregnant?"

Madison's lips turned white.

"Three months."

I looked at Ethan.

"Is the child yours?"

Ethan wiped the water from his face.

"Yes."

I called the wedding planner.

"The wedding in three days is cancelled."

The planner hurriedly reminded.

"Lena, if you cancel now, the entire deposit will be lost."

I stared at Ethan.

"Total loss."

Ethan grabbed the phone.

"All projects are as usual!"

The planner asked.

"Who signed the contract?"

I took my phone back.

"Me."

I said.

"A written cancellation letter is being sent out now. You won't have to pay a penny of the remaining balance."

Planner said.

"Understood, Miss Hart."

Ethan grabbed my wrist.

"Who allowed you to cancel? The wedding will go on as normal."

I said.

"You want me to marry a man who is about to have an illegitimate child?"

Ethan lowered his voice.

"Madison will give birth to the child. The position of wife is still yours."

I said.

"You keep the child, and so does the mistress. I don't want this wedding anymore."

Madison cried and called me.

"Lena, I really love him."

I looked at her.

"Then lock yourself up. Don't come out to harm others again."

Ethan touched the blood on his face.

"If you leave me, how will you live?"

I grabbed the wet hem of my skirt and said.

"It's none of your business."

Ethan said.

"Your work, connections, and accounts are all in my hands."

Ethan stared at me.

"Let's go. When you have no money, no job, no place to live, you will crawl back like a dog."

I threw the broken veil at his feet.

"Then keep your eyes open and wait."

Blood fell drop by drop on the wedding dress.

Ethan's mother, Evelyn, made more than a dozen calls in a row. She has short silver-gray hair, a tall figure, always exquisite makeup, and even swears like she is chairing a board of directors.

But he forgot.

The elevator door opened, but I didn't go in.

Evelyn's voice popped up again.

"Lena, it's normal for men to make mistakes. Don't ruin the dignity of both families."

I held down the play button and forwarded the sentence to the lawyer to save. The word decent came out of her mouth, so dirty that I wanted to wash my hands.

Then I took the initiative to explain to the fire department how the alcohol started the fire. I will pay for the bed that should be paid; I will not hide from the responsibilities that should be taken.

But don't even think about that child, those three months, and those six years of control disappearing from the record.

Before my mother died, she left me a card.