Time flickered away, and it was finally the wedding day. I went to bed very early the day before. The next day, I had my makeup done for four hours, then I put on the exquisite and gorgeous wedding dress. Almost everyone in the room was dumbfounded and full of praise. I looked at my reflection wearing the gorgeous wedding dress, my headdress was an exquisite crown with a pink gemstone the size of a dove egg, and the big gemstone was dotted with more than a hundred small glittering gems. Xavier gave me everything he could give. Today, I was the most beautiful bride. Guests and relatives arrived one by one, and there were a lot of footsteps outside the door. After a series of wedding door games, Xavier passed five levels and defeated six bridesmaids and was finally able to enter my room surrounded by his groomsmen. The moment he saw me, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes. He walked quickly to me, kneeling on his knee
It was late at night and it was raining heavily outside. I curled up on the sofa, staring at the wall clock in a daze. My husband and I will be celebrating our wedding anniversary tonight. I sent him a text message to remind him to come home early. I made dinner for two and even put on a newly bought lingerie. It was already past 11:00 and he hasn’t come home yet. What if he doesn’t come home? I twitched my nose at the thought and was about to get up when, suddenly, the door knocked open. \"Were you waiting for me?\" Xavier asked as he grabbed my wrist forcefully and pressed his whole body on me as his breath, reeking of alcohol, rushed toward my face. I was stunned by his drunkenness, but I forced myself to stand firm, \"Xavier, today is our wedding anniversary...\" \"It\'s also the day of Rachelle\'s death!\" Xavier interrupted me, his scarlet eyes glaring back. He forcibly clasped my shoulders and pinched his nails int
In the shadowy light, his seemingly decisive back faltered, his hands trembled violently, he turned his head and stared at me, revealing a glint of determination in his eyes. “What are you talking about? Say it again!” His eyes were as cold as ice as he slowly walked toward me. “Divorce,” I said as straightened my back, but I couldn\'t control my emotions anymore. I yelled out loudly, “Divorce, Xavier, I want to divorce you. I\'m fed up with such days when you act like an inferior widow. I want to live my own life!” “Widow? You really are naive!” he sneered, pinching my chin fiercely. His pupils were filled with burning torment. “Yasmin, let me tell you this, you can never get rid of me in your life. I want you to live forever in the shadow of Rachelle until you die. You can\'t die before me, and even when I die first, I will force you to attend my funeral, do you understand?” The door slammed shut, and my body slid weakly against the wall
I clenched my fists and my nails sank into the palms of my hands. My heart felt like a thousand sharp blades just pierced through it, and it hurt. In the past three years, I have never been as shocked as I was now. Rachelle came back from the dead. My husband helped her diligently and his parents were also kind to her. My husband\'s old lover is back, and I was the last one to know. Rachelle smiled sweetly as she said hello to Xabier’s parents. They were like a warm and beautiful family of four. I looked at them coldly and tried to suppress my tears so it wouldn’t flow. “Husband!” I screamed, breaking off their happy reunion. They all seemed to have forgotten about me and I had no intention of keeping it that way. They were quiet. Xavier looked up, a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips. He did not speak, but Rachelle slowly walked toward me. “Thank you for helping me take care of Xavier for three years,” she spoke so
My face was pale with drops of cold sweat on my forehead. I painfully cried for help, “My stomach hurts, Xavier, husband, please, please take me to the hospital?” I heard the exclamation and commotion of the bystanders. Then I was picked up by someone. I was firmly held in the arms of a man. The familiar breath lingered in my nose. This was the first time Xavier had hugged me. I can actually feel him in my arms. “Yasmin, are you okay?” I faintly heard him ask. I opened my eyes in a daze and saw my husband’s handsome face up-close. I trembled for a while and didn\'t say a word. My head was getting heavier and heavier, my vision was beginning to blur. I closed my eyes and passed out. When I woke up again, I was in the hospital. My mouth was very dry. I was about to pour myself some water when the door of the ward suddenly jolted open. Xavier rushed in, his face evident with anger. He lifted my chin and looked at me bitterly. I raise
After that, I never saw Xavier again, and no one else came to visit me. I have been staying in the hospital for three days and would be discharged when I start feeling better. I couldn\'t wait to get the divorce over and done with so I can finally leave him as soon as possible. After I was discharged from the hospital, I went home first and planned to pack up my things before calling Xavier. I was stunned when the key in my hand wouldn’t work on the door, but the door suddenly opened from the inside. Rachelle, dressed in bright red, saw me and smiled softly, “Yasmin, you are back!” Her smile made my heart fume with anger, “Why are you here?” “Xavier and I are getting married, why wouldn’t I be here?” Rachelle said triumphantly as she lowered her head and gently stroked her flat belly. Why was she caressing her belly? My eyes widened in shock. Rachelle, looking arrogant, frowned, “Yes, you\'re right, I\'m pregnant
This time, the conversation broke up because I was so stressed and ended up bleeding again, so I had to go back to the hospital. I pulled the quilt over me but I still felt cold all over despite the summer weather. I didn\'t think that Rachelle would pay me a visit. “I don\'t know why you’re dragging this divorce on,” she said as her exquisite face full of makeup burst into a cruel smile. I sat up leaping forward and through gritted teeth, I said, “What\'s the point? If I don\'t leave for a day, then you will always be a mistress.” “Do you think I care about this?” Rachelle sneered and raised her eyebrows, almost overflowing with pride. “Yasmin, the one he truly loves is the mistress. If I really cared about being called such names, then I wouldn’t have robbed the man you had a crush on seven years ago, I wouldn’t have given him to you three years ago, and I never would have come back to fight with you now. Don’t you get it?” “You
“You\'d better pray that Rachelle is okay,” Xavier said, glaring at me as he walked directly to Rachelle. My heart ached, but I was still gritting my teeth and defending myself, “Xavier, whether you believe it or not, I didn\'t push her.” “It hurts, my stomach hurts,” Rachelle cried as she collapsed weakly into Xavier\'s arms, face pale and cold sweat on her forehead, her beautiful big eyes filling with tears. “Oh, no, my baby… Xavier, Yasmin said that if she can’t have a baby, then I can’t either.” I was startled. I reflexively looked down, only to see the blood flowing out of her. I was horrified at her cruel lies and so I quickly defended myself, “You are talking nonsense, it’s obvious that you fell and you’re just framing me. I never said such thing…” “Enough!” the loud slap interrupted my next words. Xavier glared at me intently. If his beloved woman had a miscarriage, he would definitely tear me to pieces, “Yasmin, I swear, if anythi