"It was an accident when the props went wrong. I have tried my best to make up for it. I can understand if you are angry, but please don't make trouble unreasonably. My patience has its limits."

Seeing him lie without a red face and his heart not beating, I suddenly felt tired.

"Charles, is it really because of the props that something went wrong?"

He was stunned for a moment and just as he was about to defend himself, his cell phone rang.

When he lowered his head, a slight smile unconsciously appeared on his lips. He didn't have time to say goodbye to me, he just said he would try his best to make it up to me and left the house in a hurry.

It didn't take much thinking to know that only Sally could make him so panicked by just one piece of news.

This was not the first time he has abandoned me. It was just that I was so immersed in the joy of getting married that I didn't realize it. Looking back now, he didn't even bother to cover up.

After he left, I sorted out all the gifts he gave me in the past hundred days. I was preparing to return it to him the next day.

But early in the morning, I received a call from the bridal shop. He said that the custom-made wedding dress had arrived and asked me to try it on.

"No, just return it. The wedding has been cancelled."

The clerk on the other end hesitated for two seconds and then said hesitantly, "This wedding dress is high-end custom-made and the deposit is five million. If you want to cancel, you have to come to the store in person to fill out the form."

After I rushed there, I just finished signing when I saw another more luxurious wedding dress being moved in.

The clerk's envious voice immediately reached my ears.

"Miss Montana is so lucky. This is the first time I have seen such an expensive wedding dress! Does it cost tens of millions?"

"More than that, I heard that two men paid for it together. Oh my God, when will it be my turn to have such a good life..."

The nails holding the pen were dug into my palms, but I couldn't even feel the pain.

When I went to Charles's company to find him with a carton full of gifts, the front desk staff kept calling me Mrs. Dickson one after another. Envyful voices came and went.

"Mrs. Dickson, you don't know, right? Mr. Dickson has granted himself a month's wedding leave for the first time for your wedding!"

"I heard that I spent 500 million to buy a piece of jewelry at the auction. It must be to match your wedding dress. You are so lucky. I can't even dream of it."

"I have never seen anyone care so much about someone during the process! The wedding planning plan has been changed dozens of times!"

But I wrote all our wedding plans myself and he never asked.

That plan was probably changed for Sally. I didn't speak and listened in silence to everything he had done for another woman.

While waiting for the elevator, Sally's charming voice came from behind. She held Charles's arm as if no one else was watching.

"Charles, thank you for the jewelry you gave me, but it's too exaggerated. I can hardly lift it up when I wear it around my neck!"

Charles scratched the tip of her nose lovingly and ruffled her long hair.

"You girl, didn't you say that the bigger the jewelry, the better? Wouldn't it make that guy Stanley feel a little bit in danger?"

For a moment, the surrounding air was almost stagnant.

The employees looked at me with mocking eyes.

Only then did Charles notice me, but he still didn't let go of Sally's hand, but his eyes became colder.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come to the company? Your coming will affect the employees' work."

He glanced at the box in my arms and frowned.

"Why are you still holding a pile of garbage? Where is the security guard? Can't you see it? Help throw it away."

I followed his gaze and glanced down, only to realize that the branding on the packaging box I was reluctant to open had some paint peeling off.

It turned out that all the goods he gave me were fake. No wonder he didn't recognize it.

Before I could say anything, the security guard had already snatched the cardboard box from my hand and threw it neatly into the trash can.

Stanley hurriedly came in from the door and saw the scene in front of him. His face suddenly darkened.

"Charles, your wife is standing in front of you. Is it inappropriate for you to hold my fiancée in your arms?"

Sally immediately let go of her hand. A hurt look flashed in Charles's eyes.

"You still know that Sally is your fiancée? Then why are you sending messages to another woman in the middle of the night? It was you who repeatedly swore to me that you would take good care of her, so I entrusted Sally to you. But how did you do it? Now you still have the nerve to question me?"

After finishing speaking, Sally suddenly raised her eyes to look at me, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Jessica, I know you have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, but since you have already agreed to Charles's proposal, why are you still entangled with Stanley?"

I was stunned for a moment and then I remembered that I had sent him a wedding invitation.

Just as I was about to speak, Charles's reproachful gaze stung me.

"You don't believe me?"

He didn't respond to my words, but the disgust in his eyes became deeper and deeper. In an instant, all my unspoken grievances were swallowed back.

Stanley's words became the last straw for me. "I said, I don't like Jessica. I didn't like it before, I don't like it now and I won't like her in the future. You are the only one in my heart."

His public humiliation and unabashed scorn made me feel ashamed. Sally's eyes were clearly full of pride, but on the surface she still cried in grievance.

Only one sentence is left, "I don't believe your nonsense. You two are childhood sweethearts and I am just an outsider. No matter how hard I try, I can't get involved in your past! I am just a redundant burden!"

The people ran out. Stanley glanced at me with a warning look and then chased Sally out. Charles and I were the only ones left in the huge hall.

"Jessica, you did go too far this time. Knowing that Sally doesn't feel safe, why did you insist on sending that message to Stanley?"

"Let's break up."

"What??"

As if he couldn't believe his ears, he frowned and widened his eyes.

"I said, let's break up. The wedding is cancelled. I won't marry you and I won't pester Stanley again. You can rest assured."

A flash of surprise and relief flashed across his eyes. But he still looked sad.

"Jessica, what are you kidding about? The wedding is already halfway prepared. Don't you know how hurtful it is to make such a joke? I know your mom is seriously ill and you are anxious. Let's calm down each other during the period before the wedding."

After saying this, he got on the elevator without looking back. I also turned around and left the company.

The farewells that need to be said have been said and the rest has nothing to do with me.

After returning, I hurriedly rented a house for myself and prepared to move.

But suddenly I didn't expect Sally to come to the door. Her face was full of pride and she looked completely different from the way she looked in front of Charles and Stanley. Her long feet in high heels stepped directly on my suitcase.

"You are so difficult to deal with. You won't leave even if your mother dies? Are you really unable to live without a man?"

My movements paused, my fists immediately clenched and I was so angry that my whole body was shaking.

"How do you know?"

I didn't tell anyone about my mother's death. Thinking of the letter she received before she died, my eyes instantly turned cold.

"Did you write that letter? You have already succeeded in robbing Stanley. Why on earth did you do this?"

A disdainful smile spread across her lips and she let out a cold snort.

"I just felt sorry for the old lady," she sneered. "I couldn't bear to see her being deceived, so I simply told her the truth. Let her know that her daughter is trash, unwanted by anyone. Who knew she couldn’t even handle that? Pathetic. She's getting more useless with age."

Her words pierced through me like a blade. I could no longer contain the burning hatred in my chest. My hand moved on its own, delivering a resounding slap across her face. The sharp sound echoed through the room, but instead of deterring her, it only seemed to fuel her malice. Her smile twisted into something more ferocious, more grotesque.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of scissors. In one fluid motion, she snipped off a strand of her own hair, letting it fall to the floor.

Before I could process what she was doing, she tossed the scissors to the ground with a loud clatter. I didn’t even have time to react before I was slammed into the wall by someone who had rushed in from behind.

The impact was so intense, pain exploded through my body and my vision blurred. I teetered on the edge of consciousness, barely able to make sense of what was happening around me.

Charles's eager greetings rang in his ears.

"Where is Sally hurt? Does it hurt?"

Sally burst into tears, covering her red and swollen cheeks and shaking her head.

"Charles, don't blame Jessica. I know she was angry that I took away Stanley and she was also careless. It doesn't matter if my hair is damaged. I could just tie it up during my wedding..."

By the time I regained my composure, Charles had already picked up the pair of scissors on the ground and walked towards me with a stern face.

"Jessica, apologize to Sally!"

I looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what she did? She hurt my mother-"

Before I could finish speaking, he interrupted sharply.

"No matter what she does, you shouldn't do it! When did you become like this? I say it one last time, I apologize!"

I didn’t expect that after having known each other for 25 years, he would go to another woman and not even give me a chance to explain.

Blood oozed from the corners of his lips, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible! I'm already giving her an advantage by hitting her, otherwise I--"

Charles slapped me in the face.

It interrupted my words and my last thoughts about him.

"Jessica, I indulge you too much, you are so disobedient..."

He hit me hard on the head with a suitcase full of luggage.

The next second, I fainted from the pain.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed in the bedroom. Charles had moved me there.

My hand instinctively reached up to touch my hair, but instead of feeling the familiar strands cascading down my back, my fingers grazed uneven patches of my scalp. My waist-length hair was gone. All that remained were mottled, jagged tufts, a grotesque reminder of what had been done to me.

Tears began to flow uncontrollably, each drop stinging as it trailed down my face, mingling with the sharp, raw pain that had settled deep in my bones.

I crawled to the bathroom, each movement igniting new waves of agony. When I finally reached the mirror, the sight before me made my breath catch in my throat. Red, angry welts crisscrossed my face, evidence of countless slaps. My skin bore the deep, jagged marks of nails that had torn into it. Blood had dried into dark, crusted scabs, mocking any attempt at composure.

I clenched my fists and bit back my sobs, forcing myself to look away from the mirror. There was no time to break down now. I had to leave.

Frantically, I searched the room for my luggage, the suitcase I had packed with trembling hands before everything unraveled. But it was nowhere to be found. Heart pounding, I stumbled downstairs, only to see the suitcase dumped carelessly in the trash can outside.

For a moment, I stared at it, my resolve wavering. But then, something inside me snapped. I wouldn’t pick it up. I wouldn’t cling to the remnants of my shattered dignity.

I turned my back on the discarded suitcase and walked away from the community.

As I stepped out onto the street, passers-by shot me curious, even pitying glances. Their eyes lingered on my swollen face and my uneven, exposed scalp. Shame threatened to consume me, but I kept moving forward, each step heavier than the last.

I entered a drugstore, avoiding the cashier’s gaze as I purchased a box of masks.

The moment I secured one over my face, hiding the scars and the humiliation, the tears came again, harder this time. They flowed freely, soaking into the fabric of the mask.

I hid in the rental house like a rat in the gutter for three days. I didn’t go out wearing a mask until the day of my mother’s funeral.

As soon as I arrived at the hotel door, I saw the wedding photos of Sally and Stanley. I suppressed the hatred in my heart and turned around and entered the private room next door.

While I wore mourning clothes and listen to the host's eulogy. Separated by a wall, a grand wedding was being held.

I went to the bathroom once, but when I came back, I bumped into Sally. Looking at the mourning clothes on my body, she immediately felt aggrieved and her eyes turned red.

"Jessica, I know you hate me for stealing Brother Stanley, but you can't wear mourning clothes at my wedding!"

Her shouts attracted the attention of many passers-by. In the blink of an eye, I was drowned out by the curses.

"Isn't this woman too vicious? You can't curse others to death even if you can't steal a man!"

"She was born but not raised by her mother. No wonder Mr. Lerman despises her! She is so vicious!"

"We are all here, why don't we support Mr. Lerman and Mrs. Lerman? Come on, come on, let's take off her mourning clothes together!"

Before I could explain, people swarmed me and started to take off my clothes.

Someone lifted my hat, exposing my mottled scalp. The surroundings instantly erupted with jeers and I covered my head and screamed, begging them to return my hat. But no one paid attention.

The flash was pointed at my head and I took pictures frantically.

I hid in the private room of the funeral in embarrassment. The door was squeezed open by them and the white scene inside made them stop.

Charles, as the best man, heard the news and came over.

"What's going on? The wedding is next door and you went to the wrong place."

The voices maintaining order stopped abruptly when they saw my mother’s name written on the elegiac couplet. The color drained from his face.

"Jessica? What is going on? Why are you here?"