I thought Hudson Marshall was the love of my life, so I fought hard within the family to win a perfect wedding with him. My parents also decided to launch the billion-dollar “True Love” jewelry collection on our wedding day. But seven days before the wedding, Hudson said he wanted to marry Emilia Bell, his first love, to fulfill her mother’s last wish before he married me. He looked impatient, saying, “For Emilia’s filial piety, all these can be sacrificed. If you can’t spare that little money, go find someone else to marry now.” It turned out that in his world, I, and my career, could make way for Emilia at any time. I turned around and called my brother, Adam Macleod, directly, saying, “Adam, the wedding is as usual, but please help me find a new groom.” On the day of my wedding dress fitting, I waited downstairs at Hudson Marshall’s company for a long time before he came downstairs slowly. As soon as he got in the car, he tossed me a necklace. “Emilia asked me to give it to you. You embarrassed her at the funeral yesterday, so take the time to apologize to her.” The necklace was clearly a freebie that came with a genuine purchase. I had seen it in Hudson’s shopping cart a couple of days ago. “I don’t want it,” I said flatly. Hudson frowned. “What are you getting at again? You’re the one who rushed to the funeral and embarrassed her by saying I wasn’t her fiancé. She didn’t even count it and wanted to bring you a gift, and you’re so ungrateful?” The man who had once protected me was no longer there, and now he cherished someone else. Hudson annoyingly opened the window and blew out the air. After a long time, seeing that I wasn’t coaxing him, he said, “Forget it. I’m going to accompany you to your wedding dress fitting today, so I won’t bother with you.” It was the first time he had gone soft this year. We arrived at the bridal store and were greeted by the clerk. “Mr. Marshall, Ms. Macleod, your specially customized twenty wedding dresses and suits are ready.” Hudson, however, wasn’t looking at the clothes but instead was looking down at his cell phone with a bit of urgency on his face. After noticing my gaze, he hastily put away his phone with a hint of apology on his face. “Sienna, something happened to Emilia, so I have to rush over right away. Try on the wedding dress yourself, and pick out a suit for me. I trust your taste.” After that, he hastily beckoned a cab and left, leaving me alone. The clerk rushed up and said tentatively, “Ms. Macleod, would you like to choose the suit yourself?” I withdrew my gaze and nodded. I’d pick the suit, of course, just not for Hudson. After all, the groom had changed. I called my brother, Adam Macleod, directly, saying, “Adam, the wedding is as usual, but please help me find a new groom.” Adam said incredulously, “Are you going to repudiate the marriage?” “No, it’s that he’s marrying someone else,” I smiled bitterly. I had worked very hard in my family to get my parents’ approval to be with Hudson, and to have the “True Love” jewelry collection released on the day of the wedding. Now, it was all for nothing. Adam was silent for a long time before saying, “Then, there’s only Finley Henderson. His family’s been pushing hard, and he’s been looking for a marriage partner lately.” My brows furrowed. Finley was my sworn rival. On my engagement day, he’d cursed that my marriage would shatter. And now his words had come true. With time pressing, I said, “Fine, choose him then. Ask him if he’s interested. If not, I’ll find someone else.” Adam blurted out, “No need to ask. He’ll definitely agree.” “What?” I was shocked. Before I could press him, Adam mumbled something and hung up. After picking out the dress, I headed home. I’d expected Hudson to stay out all night, but he showed up before dinner. He strode over to me, carrying a takeout box. “I went all over the city to buy you late-night snacks.” I looked at the pizza inside. There were three pieces fewer than usual, and one of them with a bite mark. Clearly, someone had taken a bite. Half an hour earlier, I’d seen Emilia Bell’s Instagram post, which showed the exact same food in my hand, with the caption: [My husband went out late at night to buy me snacks. Thanks, honey. I love you!] I put down my fork with a self-mocking smile, suddenly losing my appetite. I said, “I’m not hungry. Throw it away.” Hudson frowned at me but held back his anger, sitting down beside me to complain, “You have no idea how pitiful Emilia was today. My parents went to her place and insulted her family for being poor, saying they couldn’t even afford a decent wedding gift. She almost cried her eyes out. “Emilia just got back to the country and doesn’t have much money. I was thinking of giving her your wedding gift first.” His domineering tone made me sick. I sneered, “So, I should give my wedding gift to your wife?”
Back then, I cared about Hudson. If he asked, I would give him anything and do anything for him. But now, he slapped me awake himself. Thinking back, I found that since Emilia came back from overseas, everything Hudson had done had been for her. He had forgotten I was the one who was supposed to spend the rest of his life with him. My reply annoyed Hudson. “What do you mean by that? You don’t want to? You better get it straight. Emilia’s my best friend. You better make her happy, or I won’t marry you.” With that, he slammed the door and left. Feeling all stirred up inside, I went downstairs and went for a run in the park. I’d barely finished one lap when Finley called. Thinking of Finley, who always had that poker face, I hesitated for two seconds before answering. “Once you’re on my boat, you’re my person. Try to run, and I’ll tie you back,” said Finley directly. I stayed silent, and he continued, “Send me your valid passport first. Let’s get the paperwork done. I’m scared you’ll back out.” I thought, “Finley, something’s up with you.” I’d already imagined a million scenarios of him using marriage to mess with me. In the end, I could only say, “See you at the wedding, Mr. Henderson.” As soon as I finished speaking, Hudson showed up behind me. “You’re inviting Finley to our wedding? I won’t allow it.” He looked at me like I was the enemy. “Sienna, I told you not to talk with Finley. He’s got a thing for you. If you insist on inviting him to our wedding, I won’t marry you.” Before I could say a word, he’d already laid down the law. Hudson had always disliked Finley for no good reason, just full-on hostility. When we first got together, he’d get jealous over me and Finley talking on WhatsApp. Later, I gradually cut ties with Finley. But now, he actually said Finley had gotten a thing for me. I was about to press him for answers when Emilia suddenly slumped against Hudson’s neck. “Hudson, you’re hurting me.” Only then did I notice that they were walking hand in hand. Hudson coughed awkwardly but didn’t let go of her hand. Emilia looked at Hudson with tenderness and “apologized” to me with feigned helplessness. She said, “Sienna, sorry. Hudson and I were just getting familiar with the wedding flow. I won’t spill the beans about you beating me up or messing with my mom’s grave. But don’t hurt Hudson. True feelings can’t stand tests.” I didn’t want to watch her act and turned to leave. “Since you’re so into it, I’ll have someone beat you up tonight and dig up your mom’s grave.” Suddenly, Hudson slapped me hard. “Sienna, how could you be so evil?” he frowned angrily, his chest heaving. Was I evil? He believed someone else’s gossip with a single word, but our five-year friendship couldn’t earn him a smidge of trust. A sudden anger flared up in me. I was about to grill Hudson when Emilia stepped in front of him. She begged me, “Sienna, please. After the wedding, I’ll give Hudson back to you. Please spare my people and Hudson. Don’t hurt him.” Hudson quickly grabbed her waist to stop her, glaring at me. “Sienna, stop bullying others. You know I hate that. If you still wanna marry me, stop it.” With that, he warned me not to show up in front of them before the wedding. But the next day, Hudson took the initiative to contact me. He shouted, scolding me, “Sienna, did you really dig up Mrs. Bell’s grave? I never thought you’d be that type.” Full of doubts, I called my assistant, Luna Young, to investigate and found out something jaw-dropping. Emilia’s mom was still alive!
No wonder Emilia was crazy enough to dig up her mother’s grave to frame me. It turned out that the whole “death” thing was a scam. I texted Hudson: [Emilia’s mom’s not dead. The truth’s in the email I sent you.] Whether he read it or not, it was not my problem. Finley booked me the flight for three days later in person. When Hudson got back, he saw me packing. Half my clothes were in the trash, and I would send a few things to Southwild. “What’s with the packing?” Hudson looked puzzled. I replied casually, “Moving.” He paused, didn’t catch the vibe, and continued, “The Macleod family’s company’s in Southwild. We’re moving there after the wedding. You’re right. We should pack early.” Then, he gave me a mean look. “Apologize to Emilia for her mom. Don’t make me embarrassed. Do it at the wedding. Okay?” Hudson tossed his phone aside to find his valid passport. Today was the day he and Emilia were getting their marriage license. He didn’t come back till night. I checked my phone, and Emilia’s text popped up. The picture showed Hudson and her in matching outfits and in bed together. I closed my eyes, but my heart still stung. I swallowed the pain and turned off my phone. Deep into the night, my phone buzzed every hour, Emilia taunting me with videos of her and Hudson. Till morning, Finley texted me: [Ms. Macleod, everything is ready. Take your time coming back.] It was attached to a marriage license and a pot of vibrant red roses. I never thought he’d still have that plant I gave him years ago. A strange feeling welled up in me, and I replied: [Okay.] I put my phone down to pack my work files, not noticing Hudson had returned. He packed his everyday stuff, saying, “I’m moving in with Emilia for a few days. She’s swamped with wedding preparations. Don’t be late to the wedding the day after tomorrow.” Then, he went on and on, justifying it, telling me not to make trouble again. “Yeah, I won’t,” I said, looking down. After last night, any feelings I had for him were gone. Hudson saw how calm I was and got a weird panic. He hesitated. But then, he thought of Emilia, and his grip on his phone loosened. He thought, “Sienna loves me so much. Nothing will go wrong.” Relieved, he stopped arguing and left. I watched him leave, then called a number. That night, a helicopter landed in the square. A guy walked up, saying, “Ms. Macleod, your chopper’s here. It’ll take you to Southwild safely in half an hour.” I nodded and handed him a file. “Take this to the wedding tomorrow. It’s my wedding gift for the bride and groom.” Free Point The next day, I sent Hudson a text right on time: [Happy wedding day!]
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