Harrison's absurd request sent a shockwave through the magnificent ballroom.

I played the part of the strong, wronged woman to perfection.

With tears welling in my eyes, I simply nodded.

An overwhelming wave of sympathy immediately flooded social media.

Even Mrs. Prescott was appalled by her son's behavior. "This is ridiculous! Harrison, marriage is not a game!"

Harrison looked at me, guilt-ridden. "Evelyn, this is my fault. I will make it up to you."

The guests whispered among themselves, some with pity, others with scorn.

I remained composed, a mask of quiet strength on my face.

Lorelei immediately retorted, "It was Harrison who saved me, not you. If he hadn't agreed to marry me today, I would have jumped."

Her words sent the guilt-ridden Harrison into a rage. "Lorelei! If it weren't for the friendship between our families, I wouldn't have even bothered with you!"

He scolded, "Evelyn has suffered enough because of you. Shut your mouth!"

Lorelei’s eyes reddened with hurt.

She lowered her head and softened her tone. "I'm sorry, Harrison. I just love you so much! Since… since Evelyn is willing, let's just get started."

When Harrison hesitated and glanced at me, I offered a pained smile and walked off the stage.

I hadn't even reached the dressing room before the wedding march began.

Lorelei’s passionate vows echoed through the hall.

After I changed into my regular clothes, a hotel staff member rushed in, saying there was a commotion backstage.

When I arrived, I found Harrison manhandling my nephew, Tim.

Lorelei stood to the side, her dress stained with fruit juice, screaming, "Beat that ill-mannered brat to death!"

I rushed forward in a fury, trying to pull Harrison away.

"Harrison, let him go!"

Tim saw me and cried out tearfully, "Auntie!"

He was my sister’s only child, a sweet, good boy with a talent for art.

In my previous life, Harrison used him as a pawn to control me, ruining his life before he leaped from a skyscraper to his death.

Seeing him alive and well in front of me, I couldn't hold back my tears.

Harrison ignored my protests.

He flung his arm out, shoving me hard.

A sharp pain shot through my lower back, followed by a cramping agony in my abdomen as a chill washed over me.

I had crashed into a large marble column at the edge of the stage.

And then I remembered—at this very moment in my past life, I was already two weeks pregnant.

"Evelyn, your nephew spilled juice all over Lorelei!" Lorelei's mother stormed over, furious.

Clenching my teeth against the pain, I turned to her and said coldly, "Mrs. Hartwell, half an hour ago your daughter was on the roof. I convinced Harrison to go to her. In a way, I saved her life."

I paused, my gaze sharp.

"And let's not forget the debt your family has owed mine since I saved your father’s life twenty years ago. When do you plan on settling that?"

The color drained from Lorelei’s mother’s face.

She wanted to argue, but the stares of the guests left her speechless.

I turned to Tim, the pain in my abdomen intensifying.

"Tim, call an ambulance."

Tim immediately pulled out his phone.

Harrison was clearly startled. "What's wrong? I barely pushed you."

"She's just faking it for attention," Lorelei sneered.

Harrison’s frown deepened. "Is that true, Evelyn? I don't appreciate these sympathy plays."

Just then, Lorelei suddenly clutched her chest and let out a pained groan.

"My heart… it hurts so much…"

She crumpled to the floor.

Harrison instantly abandoned me, rushing over to scoop her up, yelling, "Doctor! Get a doctor!"

He carried Lorelei through the crowd, his face etched with worry.

The ambulance arrived quickly.

Before I could say a word, Lorelei's mother shrieked and ran toward the paramedics. "Doctor, save my daughter!"

Then, someone roughly pushed me aside.

I looked up angrily and saw Harrison holding Lorelei.

Without a trace of remorse, he said matter-of-factly, "Evelyn, you just fell. Lorelei has a heart condition. It’s not the same."

"Let her get on the ambulance first. I'll have my driver take you."

The pain in my abdomen was getting worse. I shook my head. "No! I need to go to the hospital!"

Lorelei's mother rushed in front of me and slapped me hard across the face.

"You bitch! How dare you compete with my daughter for an ambulance!"

Harrison avoided my gaze and said, "Mrs. Hartwell is just worried. Evelyn, be mature about this."

And just like that, he walked past me with Lorelei in his arms and boarded the ambulance.

As the sirens disappeared into the distance, I collapsed to the ground in agony.

The next moment, someone pointed at my legs and screamed in horror, "Oh my God! She’s bleeding! There’s so much blood!"