My $5 million wedding, meticulously planned by me, was given to my fiancé Liam’s secretary Chloe’s two puppies. The reception photos I Photoshopped overnight were crossed out and replaced with dog posters. Even the pink roses I had airlifted from France were covered in dog pee, the venue a chaotic mess. All because Chloe said her pet dogs were terminally ill, and she wanted to give them a perfect wedding. Liam even deliberately allowed Chloe to rip off my wedding dress and put it on the dogs. All the guests sneered with contempt. “Stella deserves it. Liam used to spoil her rotten, but she didn’t know what was good for her and pulled out his mother’s oxygen tube.” “That kind of vicious woman deserves to go to hell and be dismembered. She deserves to die!” Crying, I signed to Liam: “I don’t want to marry you anymore. Please let me go, Liam.” Right in front of me, Liam slipped the ring onto Chloe’s finger, then cruelly poured red wine over my head. “I felt the same pain when my mom died. No matter how much you hated her, you shouldn’t have killed her.” “Stella, you’ll never be free in this lifetime.” That night, he emerged from Chloe’s room, covered in suggestive scratches, and pressed a cigarette butt into my palm. “Stella, if you can endure the hundredth wedding, will I forgive you?” I nodded foolishly. His friends, however, burst out laughing. “Where does Stella get the confidence? She killed Liam’s mother and still dreams of making up with him!” I quietly walked out the door. The snow was falling heavily. I clutched the ALS diagnosis report in my hand. What you don’t know, Liam, is that we won’t have a next time.
I went to my mother’s hospital bed and held her hand. “Mom, after your surgery, will you take me to buy a plot at the cemetery? When I die, I’ll be waiting for you to bring me flowers.” My mom’s eyes were red from crying. “My poor child, why do you have to suffer from this disease? Liam used to love you so much, why is he torturing you like this now?” She knew our past better than anyone, and she’d seen how Liam would do anything for me. When others mocked me for being mute, Liam would be the first to beat them black and blue. When I was falsely accused of plagiarism, he rushed to school to defend me, even before his own surgery was finished… I shook my head. “Mom, it’s my bad luck. I accept it.” Ever since Liam’s mother died. Liam hated me to his core. Everyone in New York mocked me as a murderer, trampling me into the dirt. “Stella, aren’t you shameless? Liam was so good to you, yet you still pulled out his mom’s oxygen tube? Do you know Liam didn’t even get to see his mother one last time?” Yes, he was so good to me, how could I kill his mother? No one knew. The day Liam’s mother passed away, she pulled out her own oxygen tube. I cried and rushed to her, but she said: “Child, I don’t want to be a burden to Liam anymore. Just let me go peacefully.” The moment I walked out of the hospital room, I received the news from the doctor that I didn’t have long to live. It hit me like a lightning bolt. Before I could even tell Liam, he came to me with his mother’s suicide note, demanding to know why I had pulled out her oxygen tube. “Stella, my biggest regret in this life was protecting you, falling in love with you.” No matter how I explained, he simply refused to believe I hadn’t killed his mother. For the first wedding, he openly invited young models to a party and made Chloe whip me 99 times, the girl who used to bully me. Watching my heartbroken expression, he laughed with perverse satisfaction. “Can a vicious woman like you even cry?” At the seventy-eighth wedding, he publicly mocked me for being mute. “An unpresentable nobody. I must have been blind to fall for her.” Yet, it was he who, when I was insulted for being mute, bravely shielded me. “What’s wrong with being mute? From now on, I’ll be your voice. I’ll speak for you.” The ninety-eighth wedding was canceled. Liam, drunk, held me and said: “Stella, we’ve tormented each other enough. How about I marry you just this once? I don’t hate you anymore.” I naively believed Liam had finally trusted me, but when he sobered up, he personally shattered my hope. He made me the whole damn city’s laughingstock for the ninety-ninth time. “Stella, you killed my mom. I’ll never marry you, not in this life, not in the next.” “Stop dreaming.” As the red wine poured over my head. I remembered when I was eighteen, Liam promised me under a wisteria waterfall, “Stella, one day I, Liam, will give you a grand wedding. I’ll make you the most beautiful bride!” The boy who once trusted and protected me unconditionally was gone. He didn’t know I was already running out of time. I willingly gave up treatment. Once my mother’s surgery was successful, I would end my own life.
But unexpectedly, the day before my mom’s surgery, something went wrong. News came from the hospital, “Liam, the most powerful man in New York, just had his girlfriend confirmed with leukemia. He took away the bone marrow donor.” I ran to the hospital like a madwoman, groveling before Liam, my mouth uselessly trying to form words. My trembling hands signed, “Liam, please, I beg you, let my mom go. You’ve humiliated me ninety-nine times at our weddings, isn’t that enough?” His eyes were sinister. “No! Of course not, you killed my mom. Now you want to sacrifice my girlfriend’s safety to save your mom?” “This is just my revenge on you. Your mom deserves this; who told her to raise such a heartless, ungrateful daughter?” Crying, I signed: “I didn’t!” Liam’s eyes were red as he roared: “Haven’t you told that lie enough for one lifetime? What makes you think I’ll believe you? Could my mom’s handwritten suicide note possibly be fake?” I sobbed, shaking my head. I didn’t know why Aunt Eleanor would leave such a note. All I knew was that the boy who once kissed my forehead and said, “Stella, no matter what happens, I’ll always stand by you,” had condemned me based on a piece of paper whose authenticity he never questioned. Chloe’s eyes flickered. “Exactly! How could Liam possibly misjudge his mom’s handwriting?” Liam’s gaze at me grew even more hateful. “In school, you slandered Chloe, saying she bullied you. Now, slap yourself eighty-eight times. If it’s not loud enough, then your mom’s life…” I stared at him in disbelief. The facts he saw with his own eyes, how had they become slander? Chloe was my nightmare back in school. She put nails in my shoes, cornered me in the bathroom with a group of girls to cut my hair, calling me a “dead mute.” For my sake, Liam had kicked her out of New York. But now, Liam spent every day being intimate with her in our marital bed. He even threatened me with my mother: “Unwilling? Fine, then your mom’s illness…” I bit my lip in humiliation, slapping myself again and again until blood appeared by my ears. I signed: “Is that enough?” A flicker of indiscernible pain crossed Liam’s eyes, then he sneered. “How could that be enough?” “Is your mom’s life so worthless in your eyes?” A crushing wave of pain and sorrow washed over me. My eyes red, I typed: “What do you want?” “How about you bark like a dog for me? Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot you’re mute. Never mind then.” Liam pulled Chloe into his arms. “You’re right, she’s a cripple after all.” Chloe leaned shyly into his embrace. “You’re so mean! How can you humiliate Stella like that?” “But, if Stella is willing to crawl around the hospital like a dog, maybe I can consider saving her mom first. What do you think, Liam?” Liam dotingly ruffled her nose. “You’re my girlfriend, of course I’ll listen to you.” My blood ran cold. His doting look was so reminiscent of seven years ago. If anyone dared to call me mute, or a cripple, Liam would beat them across New York until they never dared to insult me again. Then he’d ruffle my nose: “You’re my girlfriend, no one gets to bully my precious Stella.” But the person he was protecting had changed. I choked back the tears, telling myself I was going to die anyway. “Okay.” Liam hadn’t expected me to actually crawl like a dog, bowing my head as I went. But after I finished, Chloe went back on her word, still insisting the donor go to her. My eyes red from crying, I signed, asking her why. She said: “Because you can’t speak, you can’t bark to please me, can you?”
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