The Bride’s Revenge

The pain was overwhelming, and her heart ached profoundly. Despite that, Jameson did not move to her. He lowered his gaze and got into the waiting car.

The black sedan swiftly merged into traffic. In just a few seconds, Marion could not see Jameson’s car anymore. Under the dim yellow streetlights, the blood-stained white wedding gown appeared excessively vivid in its crimson hue.

Bernadette stood on the side, her face drained of color, too frightened to move Marion, afraid of causing her further harm. “Marion, don’t be afraid. I'll call an ambulance right away!”

Her attention was focused solely on Marion despite just having watched her son leave the wedding venue.

Richard hurried over, his face pale. His voice trembled as he spoke, “Marion, how are you?”

He did not dare touch his daughter. The urgency had reddened his eyes.

Marion reached up and grasped her father’s arm. The piercing pain in her lower legs had turned her face to paper. She looked at him, her eyes could not hold back the tears. “Dad, it hurts so much—”

So much pain, in her legs and her heart! Richard had never seen his daughter cry this way. He would have taken this pain for himself if he could. “Marion, don’t be afraid. Dad is here!”

He cautiously approached and embraced her, but she could no longer keep her eyes open. “Dad,” she cried softly just as she fainted.

Marion had been seriously injured. It took the doctors over eight hours in the operating theater and a few more in the intensive care unit before she was transferred to the regular ward.

Despite this, her life was still at risk. If she did not wake up within the next forty-eight hours, her chances of waking up in the future were slim.

Upon learning this news, Richard nearly fainted. His wife had passed away, leaving him to raise his precious daughter on his own. Today was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but Jameson had destroyed that.

As he looked at the Royce, he decided that he could no longer stand their presence. “Get out! All of you, get out!” he yelled at them.

Not trusting them to leave, he followed them to the hospital doors, leaving only Marion's close friend, Cassie Greaves, in the hospital room with her.

Cassie, like the other bridesmaids, had been in the inner hall during the wedding. By the time she realized something was wrong, Marion had already been taken away in the ambulance.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She could not comprehend how a well-planned wedding had turned into this. What had happened to her friend? Did Jameson not have a conscience?

Richard Cartier drove Bernadette and Joseph Royce out of the hospital building. As they watched his retreating figure, Joseph could not hold back any longer. “Where is Jameson?”

Bernadette’s face became grim. If it were not for Jameson's behavior tonight, Marion would not have been in trouble.

She had no idea what kind of hold Sally had on her son. Jameson seemed to have left his wedding without a second thought.

The scandal made both the Royce and Cartier family the butt of the joke in Lumina City. However, the one that truly suffered in this was Marion. Jameson's deed had undoubtedly pushed Marion into such a humiliating situation.

When Marion woke up, it was already the next morning. She opened her eyes and saw Cassie beside the bed. Trying to move, she realized her whole body was wrapped in bandages.

She found that she could only move her hands. Marion saw her phone nearby. Enduring the pain, she picked up the phone and tapped the screen. There were no messages.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated, and a local news notification appeared, “Cartier and Royce family in matrimonial alliance. Jameson, the eldest son, chooses to elope for love, flying to Elysian Bay to find his beloved.”