The night before the wedding, Jonathan Kelley’s first love, Yolanda Maxwell, sent over her medical report. She said she wanted to see the world one last time before going blind. In order to avoid leaving any regrets with his first love, he decided to cancel our wedding to take care of her. When I confronted him, he grew impatient. “Can you stop being so petty? She can’t see anymore. Can’t you just be a little understanding?” He even tied me to a chair and forcibly hypnotized me to make me forget about him, for a while, at least. Later, I went ahead and married his archrival. With red eyes, he asked me, “How could you marry someone else?” Raymond Baldwin wrapped his arms around me. “Why are you so upset? It’s just a new groom. Don’t be so petty.” Looking at the photo on my phone, I suddenly felt like I didn’t want to get married anymore. An hour ago, Jonathan’s first love, Yolanda, had posted something on Instagram. [I just casually mentioned I wanted a snack, and he dropped everything and rushed to bring it to me.] The post was accompanied by a photo of the two of them eating together closely. In the photo, my fiancé, Jonathan, was lovingly feeding Yolanda. That gentle look was something I had never seen from him. At that moment, I felt like a joke. I remembered how he had come with me to pick out rings in the afternoon and said there was something urgent at the hospital he had to take care of. His “urgent matter” was running off to buy snacks for his first love. Just then, the door opened. Jonathan had returned. He walked into the bedroom and saw that I was still awake. He came over and hugged me. “We had a lot of patients today, so I’m a bit late home.” His voice was soft, and the faint scent of gardenias filled my nostrils. That was Yolanda’s favorite scent. Suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea. I pushed him away and couldn’t help but mock him. “Really? Did you bring her snacks and still find time to see patients? You really are working hard.” “You… you know?” His eyes flashed with panic, and he immediately took out the medical report. “Yolanda’s having trouble with her eyesight. She could go blind at any time.” When I heard him say that, I just found it laughable. She had posted a picture on Instagram not long ago, and now she was supposedly going blind? It seemed like a joke to me. She had used similar tactics to manipulate Jonathan before. Anyone with common sense could tell she was playing him, but Jonathan still believed her wholeheartedly. Seeing that I didn’t say anything, he went on. “You know, Yolanda lost both her parents when she was young. Now, with this illness, she’s struggling with even the basics of daily life. It’s really pitiful.” I sighed deeply and cut straight to the point. “So, you want to go take care of her?” Jonathan fell silent, not answering, but I could already tell his position. It hit me hard soon. We were supposed to be getting married, yet he couldn’t let go of his first love. I suddenly felt empty inside. “Jonathan, if you can’t let her go, I can call off the wedding and set you two free!” I turned around to start packing my things, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist. He pinned me to the chair and took out some rope he had prepared in advance, tying me up. I screamed, “Are you crazy? What are you doing?” A wave of fear washed over me, and I struggled desperately, trying to break free, but I couldn’t move an inch. He looked at me with a trace of guilt in his eyes. “Wanda Norman, don’t be angry. I know you don’t like her, but right now, she really needs me. “I’m going to take care of her for a few days, and I’ll hypnotize you so you can forget about me temporarily.” He took out a golden pocket watch. I stared at him in disbelief. He actually hypnotized me to forget about him just so he could meet his first love! This watch was something I had specially ordered for him as a birthday gift, and never in my wildest dreams did I think it would end up being used on me. A wave of bitterness hit my chest, and I looked at him with eyes full of disappointment. “Jonathan, I’m your fiancée. Have you ever thought about my feelings?” He turned his head, avoiding my gaze, his voice dripping with impatience. “I’ve already said it’s just a few days to take care of her. Can you stop being so petty?” Petty? In an instant, my heart shattered, and I completely lost control. I shouted at him. “Go ahead then. Once you’re gone, don’t bother coming back!” He held the pocket watch up in front of me, playing with it absentmindedly as he spoke softly to calm me. “Wanda, don’t say such things. How could I not come back? I still have to marry you. Now, be a good girl and get some sleep.” I didn’t know where his confidence came from, thinking I would still end up with him. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me, and I realized he had started the hypnosis. I wanted to fight it, but my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Soon, my consciousness sank into darkness.
I felt like I had just woken from a long dream, my head pounding. In that dream, I was back to the first time I met Jonathan. He was wearing a black tailcoat and standing on stage playing the violin. Under the lights, he looked angelic, his features sharp and clear, like he had fallen from heaven. I stood below the stage, excitedly shouting his name. That day, Jonathan’s name was carved deeply into my heart. Then, the scene changed. Yolanda walked towards me, holding Jonathan’s arm. “Jonathan only loves me. You’ve lost!” Fragments of broken memories pulled and twisted inside my head, and my brain felt like it was about to explode with pain. With a sharp scream, I woke up. I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, tears soaking my pillow. It then hit me. I hadn’t lost my memory. I couldn’t believe he could be so cruel. The thought of revenge surged in my mind. Why should he be allowed to leave me for another woman when I couldn’t do the same? The wedding had already been planned, and the invitations were sent out. If I showed up on the wedding day with a different groom, Jonathan would become the laughingstock of the entire city. With that thought in mind, I put on some makeup, picked out a mermaid-style dress from the wardrobe, and took a taxi to the nightclub. The deafening music in the bar made me feel a little disoriented. This was my first time at a place like this, and after searching for a while, I finally spotted Raymond. He was wearing a white shirt, his legs crossed on the table, his hands resting on the sofa, his eyes half-closed. “Mr. Baldwin, why are you drinking alone? How about I join you?” When Raymond heard my voice, he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw me, his expression was full of surprise. “Aren’t you busy preparing for your wedding? What brings you to a place like this?” I took the drink from the table and finished it in one go, replying, “I broke up with him.” Raymond raised an eyebrow at the word “break up” and then teased, “Oh? Did he and Yolanda get back together and dump you?” “I dumped him.” Raymond’s gaze sharpened. “So, what’s your plan now? What do you want from me?” “My wedding still needs a groom. Want to consider marrying me?” “Ms. Norman, you’re something else. Everyone knows there’s bad blood between Jonathan and me. If I take the woman he doesn’t want, it’ll be the biggest joke in the city!” Raymond built his empire from the ground up, while Jonathan was the classic rich second generation. The two of them had always been at odds, never liking each other. I had already guessed he would refuse, but I still wanted to take a gamble. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the couch, giving him a seductive look, my voice dripping with charm. “I’m still engaged to him. He’s been hypnotizing me while secretly seeking out his first love, planning to come back and continue our wedding. “If the groom is switched on the wedding day, Jonathan will definitely become the laughingstock of the entire city. Don’t you find that interesting, Mr. Baldwin?” His eyes were locked on me, full of anger. “You want to use me to get back at him? “Wanda Norman, what do you take me for?” Seeing his anger, I pushed his buttons even more. “I heard that the Baldwin Group lost a major deal to the Kelley family last week. Doesn’t that piss you off? “Seems like you are nothing but a coward who swallows his frustration, Mr. Baldwin. If that’s the case, then I’ll just leave.” After saying that, I noticed he didn’t respond, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, realizing I had overestimated myself. I turned to leave, but he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me back into his arms, his fingers tilting my chin to look into my eyes. “Are you that impatient?” I was a little taken aback. Did he just agree? Before I could ask him what he meant, he whispered in my ear. “Wanda, in my dictionary, there’s no such thing as divorce, only widowhood. “We can get married, but we have to get the certificate. Think it through carefully.” I froze for a moment, recalling what my best friend had said before. She told me Raymond was a notorious workaholic, uninterested in emotional matters, and had no rumors about him at all. Some even wondered if he was into men. Now that he was saying this, I was a bit lost. I had only wanted to use him to humiliate Jonathan, but he was taking it seriously. Seeing I hadn’t responded, he sneered. “What? Are you scared?” There was already a fire burning inside me, and his words only stoked it further. The alcohol made my feelings bubble up even more. Looking at his sharply defined face, I leaned in and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His lips were cool and soft. “Wanda, you’re the one who came on to me.”
He lifted me up and walked toward the door, opening it and gently placing me inside the car. The car sped along and soon stopped in front of a villa. Once we were inside, he laid me on the bed and immediately hovered over me. To be honest, I was a little nervous. I had been with Jonathan for so long, but we had never crossed any boundaries. This was the first time I had been this close to a man, and my whole body was tense. Raymond seemed to sense my unease. He leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Relax, don’t be nervous. I’ll teach you how to do this.” His warm breath tickled my neck, sending electric shivers down my spine. Then, he kissed me. At first, I was uncomfortable. But with his lead, I slowly began to lose myself in the moment. He didn’t stop until morning. I was completely exhausted, and in my dazed state, I thought I heard him say something. “Wanda, I’ve finally got you.” When I woke up, my body felt like it had been shattered. The scattered clothes around us were a clear sign of just how intense the night had been. While I was lost in thought, the door suddenly opened. Raymond walked in, carrying a glass of milk. I reached out to take it. But I noticed his gaze was fixed on my wrist. Looking down, I saw the marks from where he had gripped me. He held my hand, his eyes red, his voice full of concern. “What happened? Did he hurt you?” When I saw his worried expression, a warm feeling washed over me. I smiled, trying to sound casual. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.” But when Raymond heard me say that, his gaze grew darker, and his face slowly turned serious. He let go of my hand and walked out of the room. I stood there, unsure of what had just happened or where I’d gone wrong. But before long, I saw him walk back in with a first aid kit. He knelt down in front of me, dipped a cotton swab in alcohol, and gently started disinfecting the wound. When I saw how serious he looked, my heart suddenly softened. I hadn’t felt cared for in such a way for a long time. When I had severe cramps during my period a while back, I called Jonathan, hoping he would bring me some painkillers. He’d told me, “All women have cramps. Why are you being so dramatic?” Since then, I have never expected his care again. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and they fell one by one. When Raymond saw me crying, he seemed a bit lost. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?” I shook my head, choking up as I asked. “Do you think I’m being dramatic right now?” “No.” He pulled me into his arms, cupped my face gently, and kissed away my tears. With a serious look, he said. “Wanda, you have every right to be dramatic with me. My shoulder will always be here for you to lean on, and I won’t let you shed a single tear.” I looked at him through tearful eyes, whispering, “Okay.” We went to City Hall and quickly completed the paperwork. Holding the marriage license in my hand, I still felt a bit dazed… I had actually married Jonathan’s sworn enemy. Raymond waved his hand in front of my face, concern in his voice. “Wanda, what’s wrong? What are you thinking about?” My thoughts snapped back, and I sighed a little. “It just feels… so sudden. Like I’m dreaming.” Raymond pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. He didn’t let go until I could barely breathe. Looking at me with a possessive expression, he said. “Do you regret it? Regret won’t change anything. From now on, you’re mine and only mine.” After we left City Hall, he took me to a newly opened exotic restaurant. We entered the dining hall, and he called the waiter over to order a platter of grilled shrimp, sweet-glazed ribs, and beef cheese rolls. Then he turned to the waiter and added, “Oh, and no spices, please.” I looked at him in confusion. “How did you know I like these dishes and that I don’t like spices?” He smiled faintly. “It is just some things I need to pay attention to really understand.” Tears gathered in my eyes again as I thought about how, when I was with Jonathan, he never cared about my food preferences. I liked exotic dishes, while he preferred local cuisine. I was always the one adjusting to him. But in just a few short days with Raymond, he had already become so thoughtful and attentive. So, this was what it felt like to be cared for. After dinner, we returned home. He went to his study to work while I took a shower and lay down on the bed. Just then, a video from a friend popped up on my phone. In the video, Jonathan was kneeling on one knee, holding out a ring to propose to Yolanda. The people around them cheered, “Say yes, say yes!” Yolanda, blushing, nodded shyly, and he slid the ring onto her finger. The two of them shared a passionate kiss. As I watched this, my heart didn’t stir at all. I was about to close my phone when Raymond walked in. He saw the video on my screen, and his face immediately darkened. He tilted my chin up, his voice low and firm as he warned me. “I won’t allow my wife to have feelings for another man.” His possessive, yet slightly hurt, gaze melted my heart. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, gazing back into his eyes. “The moment we registered our marriage, I completely let go of him,” I said softly. “I’m just grateful. If it weren’t for him, I might never have woken up. Otherwise, I would never have met someone as wonderful as you.” Before I could finish, he leaned down and kissed me passionately, our fingers intertwining as if he wanted to pull me into his very being, claiming me completely. In the haze of the kiss, all I could hear was him repeatedly whispering in my ear. “You’re mine. You belong to me and only me.” The next few days, Raymond and I went to choose the wedding dress and rings, preparing everything for the ceremony. We lived like newlyweds, sharing a life together. Raymond treated me so well that I suddenly felt like maybe my impulsive decision back then wasn’t such a bad thing. Soon enough, the big day arrived. I sat in front of the mirror, looking at myself in the wedding dress with delicate makeup, still in disbelief that I was about to get married. I had imagined so many times what it would be like to wear a beautiful wedding dress and say, “I do” to Jonathan. But I never imagined that just a few days later, everything would change so completely. It was Jonathan’s coldness that had snapped me out of it. If it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t have ended up with Raymond so soon. Lost in thought, I barely noticed when the host outside the door called out for the ceremony to start. With the sound of music playing, I stood up, lifted my dress, and walked towards the wedding stage. The past was now just a distant memory. The things that once mattered would eventually fade. One had to look ahead. I truly believed that the future would only get better. Just then, the doors to the hall opened, and Jonathan hurriedly entered, dressed in a black suit. He stood at the door, panting, clearly having rushed over from Yolanda’s place. One of his friends stepped forward, anxious. “Why are you only just getting here? If you’re any later, it’ll be too late.” Jonathan gave a careless smile. “What’s there to worry about? Even if I’m a few minutes late, Wanda will wait for me. I’ve stood her up so many times before, and didn’t she always come back and cheer me up?” “Right, you really have her under control.” “Alright, keep this conversation between us. Don’t go spreading it around!” “Of course, don’t worry. I’ve got your back, bro.” At that moment, the host took the microphone and announced, “Now, let’s welcome the groom to the stage.” Jonathan adjusted his bow tie, smiling as he took his first step. Just then, Raymond, dressed in a tuxedo, passed by him, walking directly onto the stage and taking my hand.
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