Cash Slade's haunting crush was about to die, and her only wish before she dies was to hold a wedding with Cash.

So, on the eve of my wedding, Cash left me and gave her a grand wedding in front of everyone.

They even expressed their affections in my house.

Later I threw away the ring and decided to break up resolutely.

But he knelt outside of my building in the rain all night.

Almost begging, "Kathy, how can you really abandon me?"

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"Now you can exchange your rings."

On the stage, my fiancé Cash was exchanging rings with his haunting crush.

They looked at each other affectionately, and Cash's friends in the audience cheered, "Kiss! Kiss!"

The wedding was grand and moving. The guests gave their sincere blessings. The newlyweds cried with joy.

Everything would be so beautiful if it weren't for my sudden arrival as an uninvited guest.

I just stood there, feeling out of place in this wedding that was making everyone happy.

The wedding music was still playing, and it sounded melodious, but the voices of all the guests suddenly stopped.

Cash was still holding Sue Harris' hand, but when he saw me, his smile froze and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

He quickly pulled his hand back and walked towards me with big strides.

Sue quickly grabbed the corner of Cash's clothes, tears in her eyes, "Cash, don't go, I'm scared."

Cash immediately felt sorry. He touched her head soothingly and said, "Sue, be good. I'll be there in a moment." Then he walked towards me.

Sue bit her lower lip and looked at me with unwilling and resentful expression.

Cash pulled me away. But after a few steps, I shook off his hand.

I just worried that Cash wouldn't eat well, so I specially sent food to the hospital. I didn't expect that I could see this wonderful scene.

Cash lowered his voice, with a hint of anger, "Kathy, why are you here?"

Therefore, he also knew it was ashamed. I looked around at all the people who attended the wedding. Many of them knew me. Every of them had received favors from me, and they all knew that I was Cash's fiancée. But no one told me that my fiancé would hold a wedding with another woman in the hospital today.

I said in a cold and sharp voice, "After all, everyone is here. How can I be absent?"

No one dared to speak. They all lowered their heads and dared not look me in the eyes.

Cash's voice was filled with shame and annoyance. "Kathy, can you be more sensible? Sue just wants to have a wedding with me in her last days."

Sue had been sick, so if she wanted my fiancé, I had to be considerate and let her have him with a smile.

I looked at the angry man in front of me and suddenly felt very bored. I took off the engagement ring and threw it into the scenic lake next to the hospital.

"Okay, as you wish."

"Cash, our wedding is cancelled."

The scene was in chaos. Cash held my hand forcefully, not letting me go and asking me to explain myself clearly. Sue held Cash's hand and cried, saying that it was all her fault.

Then she passed out.

I watched coldly as Cash anxiously picked up Sue and rushed to the hospital with guests' company. Until now, Cash's friends had not come to apologize to me, not even a word of explanation.

Maybe that was because I wasn't important in Cash's heart, so they didn't have to do that.

I didn't visit Sue. She was obviously pretending to faint, and only Cash couldn't distinguish it. Or maybe he could do that but didn't dare to bet.

I suddenly remembered what Cash had said when I had a fever of forty degrees. I was almost passed out and just wanted him to take me to the hospital.

"Kathy, I'm very busy at work, just try to go to the hospital by yourself. I knew you're a strong girl."

Ironically, he was a doctor and worked in a hospital, but he was unwilling to take me to the hospital.

I used to think that he was a cold person and not good at expressing himself. I never considered that he just didn't love me that much.

Just because I was always his plan B.

After I saw this with my own eyes, Cash and I began to barely speak with each other.

Many things that I didn't want to think about before had been tormenting me repeatedly these days.

On the day Sue returned to America, Cash went to the airport to pick her up and did not return home all night. That day was our second anniversary.

That day, I called him all night long, but no one answered. In the end, his phone was turned off.

Cash later compensated me and coaxed me by saying that Sue was his old friend and that she had returned home seriously ill without telling anyone. His phone ran out of battery and turned off that night.

I stopped asking because I felt sorry for her illness, but I forgot to ask Cash where he had been all night, why he didn't answer my call before his phone ran out of battery.

Was it that very night that they had already started their relationship?

Later, he missed our appointments again and again, and each time he would say that he was so busy to get away. I felt sorry for him being too busy, so I postponed the appointments again and again.

However, it was when I accompanied his mother to the hospital for a follow-up visit that I discovered that the patient he was busy taking care of was Sue.

I held his mother's arm and stood at the door of the ward. I watched him caress Sue's cheek and gently ask Sue if the injection would make her hurt. He also promised he could buy what Sue wanted to eat.

I received a heavy blow. I had never seen him like this before. I was more like a mouse peeping at other people's happiness, hiding in the darkness, not daring to look up. But that man was obviously my fiancé.

I didn't see the suddenly change of his mother's expression. I just kept comforting myself in my heart, "Cash is kind to every patient. Kathy, what's the point of arguing with a patient?"

Now all the fig leaves have been lifted and I am exposed in front of everyone like a clown.

I couldn't lie to myself anymore.

I returned home. This is a new house for our marriage.

At first, I was filled with joy, thinking that Cash and I finally had a home of our own. But now everything had changed. I was thinking about how to sell it.

Cash had never come back. Because no one had been back for several days, this new house that I had carefully cleaned seemed a little damp and cold. I packed my luggage neatly, only to find that I had so few things here.

I really liked couple cups and couple plates. They were not practical, but beautiful and interesting. However, Cash didn't like them. He had never used the couple items I bought for him. Every time I mentioned them, he always said, "Kathy, I don't like these things. Don't buy such useless things that take up space."

From then on, I restrained my interests and never bought nice gadgets again.

It was not until now that I realized that apart from the engagement ring, Cash and I had nothing to prove that we were a couple.

Even when we were taking photos, every time I smiled and tried to get closer to him, he would push me away and tell me to stand still, acting like a stranger.

Had he loved me? I think he had. I still remember his excited look when we got engaged that day.

I took down every photo I printed out and posted at home, and tore the photos apart. Fortunately, he kept a distance from me in every photo, so the photos still looked perfect, as if there had been no one beside me.

After I finished doing all this, I walked to the door of his study. When we rented a house together before, he wouldn't let me enter the study. I respected his privacy and thought that couples should trust each other, so I never went there once.

But this time, I didn't want to listen to him anymore. This was my house and his, and I just wanted to go in.

I opened the door of the study. He didn't lock it. Maybe it was because I always listened to him in the past, he didn't expect that one day I would disobey him.

The study was very clean, pretty much as I had imagined. A large bookcase was on the side. A mahogany table was in front the bookcase. There was also a bed.

But a large group photo was hanging above the bed, a photo of Cash and Sue.

In the photo, Cash had a brilliant smile on his face that I had never seen before. He held Sue in his arms, and his eyes were always looking at Sue.

I still felt a lot of pain. So, was this the difference between love and not love?

I had never seen the appearance of Cash's lover before, but now that I had seen it, I couldn't no longer pretend that nothing had happened.

I passed the painting and went straight to Cash's desk.

The desk looked simple and tidy, with only a few pens in the pen holder, a photo frame, and a ceramic cup that I accidentally broke before.

The photo frame still contained the photo of Cash and Sue, who looked younger and more energetic. The only thing that remained unchanged was that Cash still only had Sue in his eyes.

I put the frame aside and picked up the ceramic cup to examine it closely.

It had broken into pieces, but Cash pieced it together bit by bit. Clearly, that Cash liked this ceramic cup very much.

He really liked it. When he was moving things into the study, I offered to help him, but before he could refuse, the ceramic cup slipped off the side of the box.

It was the first time I saw Cash so angry. His eyes went red, and he knelt on the ground and picked up the scattered ceramic pieces carefully. Even his hands were shaking. I was scared and wanted to help him up, saying that I would buy him another one exactly the same. He pushed me away and threw me to the ground. He looked like he wanted to eat me and said coldly, "It's impossible to have an identical one."

Because of this ceramic cup, he and I didn't talk with each other for a week, and it ended with me apologizing proactively. I comforted myself by thinking that everyone had something they liked. Since I broke it, I should apologize.

But I never thought that Cash had told me that he hated these fancy things the most.

I opened the drawer of the desk and saw the notebook at the bottom. I took it out and opened the first page.

This was a diary written by Cash to Sue.

The first page, "Sue, why did you leave me? If we have any difficulties, can't we solve them together? Aren't you afraid that I will fall in love with someone else?"

The second page, "Sue, my parents arranged blind dates for me, but every girl I saw had your shadow in them"

The third page, "Sue, I met a girl who looks a bit like you. My parents like her too. I might marry her. Will you blame me?"

The fourth page...the fifth page...the sixth page.

I jumped over it and saw the date when I broke the ceramic cup.

"Sue, I thought I had let you go. I thought I could marry Kathy and not think about you anymore, but I was wrong. Sue, she broke the ceramic cup we made together. What should I do? Sue, will you never come back?"

It seemed that Cash didn't hate those little gadgets. It was just because the person he loved was Sue, not me.

No wonder I couldn't find one exactly the same. They made it together. It was the fruit of their love. No wonder Cash was so angry.

Even the traces that I thought he loved me were all fake. He might consider me as Sue's double.

My nose suddenly felt a little sore, and the last glimmer of hope in my heart was extinguished, leaving only endless indifference.

There was nothing belong to me in my home, but his study was full of things about Sue.

I didn't know how long it took. I took pictures of the diary bit by bit, put it back to its place, and went out. I tidied up the study as if no one had been there.

I thought it was time to discuss canceling the wedding with my parents and his.

When my parents heard that I was back, they asked why Cash didn't come back with me.

My mother, Laura Johnson, held my hand and smiled slyly, "Kathy, Cash is a good kid. He has a good job. His parents like you too. You will enjoy a good life when you marry him."

I stared into Laura's eyes and murmured, "What if I say I don't want to marry him?"

"What? Why!"

My father, Steven Johnson, who was cooking in the kitchen, came out when he heard the news. I tried hard not to cry and told him everything.

Steven was smoking on the side, and Laura had a complicated expression and was silent for a long time, "Kathy, but isn't that woman going to die? Can't you be more considerate of Cash?"

I felt I received a heavy blow when I heard this. Laura, my mother, asked me to be considerate of Cash... How ridiculous!

I turned to look at Steven. He was still smoking, obviously agreeing with my mother's behavior.

I thought nothing could make me more heartbroken than this, even more hurt than finding out that Cash had someone else in his heart.

In this case, Cash was really more important than I.

My expression froze. I stood up, grabbed my bag and left.

"Then you can find another daughter to marry Cash."

I ignored the arguing behind me. I had to return the heirloom, a jade bracelet, that Cash's mother gave me. The bracelet was still in Cash and my new home.

Cash, I would definitely cancel the engagement with you, even by fair means or foul.

I walked straight to the bedroom and took out the wooden box locked in the bedside table. The jade bracelet was missing! I was shocked and was about to look for it somewhere else when I heard the voice of another woman.

"Cash, you still love me, and I still love you, so why didn't you marry me?"

It came from the study.

I walked over slowly, leaned against the door and picked up my phone to record.

"Cash, you still love me very much. Why do you want to deceive yourself?"

"Cash, you get a boner..."

"Sue, your body..."

"Cash, these years, I think about you every day. This is my only wish. I really love you."

"Sue..."

Then there was the rustling of clothes.

"Making love with your haunting crush in our shared wedding room? You really don't give me any face, Cash."

I quietly left the house, closed the door, and picked up the phone.

Pretending to be anxious, "Hello, police officer, it seems that some people are having gang bangs in my house, and my jade bracelet worth tens of thousands of dollars is missing. I am so scared..."