Chapter 4

That very night, I flew back to the country.

The moment I landed, I sent a message to someone.

"I'm back. Let's register our marriage tomorrow."

The reply came almost instantly. "Okay."

Back when Anna and I were planning the wedding, she had dumped every single arrangement on me. She claimed she was too busy with work and told me to make all the decisions myself.

Thus, I took it upon myself to change the bride.

On the day of the wedding, I came downstairs in a black suit, ready to leave for the ceremony. A black wedding car was waiting outside the apartment.

Anna had somehow returned without my knowing. She was holding a bouquet of red roses, and her expression was softer than it had been that day. In fact, she even seemed a little nervous.

"Craig, I was wrong about what happened before. I'll do whatever you say today. I'll go along with the wedding and see it through, okay?"

Before I could answer, she continued to lay down her conditions. "But you have to promise me that you won't make things difficult for Billy in the future. He still cares about you, after all. The three of us can still hang out just like we used to."

As she spoke, her tone carried an air of condescension.

So, in the end, it was still all about Billy.

I simply shook my head calmly. "That won't be necessary."

Anna, however, assumed I was still sulking. She immediately grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the car.

"Come on."

"Anna, let go of me."

She ignored me and ordered the people nearby to help shove me into the car.

I desperately pounded on the window. "Anna, what the hell are you doing? Let me out!"

"Craig, today is our wedding. Do you really have to make such a scene?"

"Anna, you've got it wrong. The bride isn't—"

Before I could finish, Anna's phone rang.

Billy's desperate cries drowned out my voice. "Anna, my car's been hit! I might not make it to the wedding."

Anna's expression changed instantly. "I'm coming right now!"

She wrenched the steering wheel, sending the car veering in the opposite direction before speeding off at full throttle.

Grief and fury surged through me. I pounded on the car window so hard that my hands turned red.

"Anna, let me out! I need to get to the wedding!"

Anna frowned deeply and snapped at me, "Billy's been in a car accident, and all you can think about is the wedding? The ceremony is canceled! Your best friend is in trouble, and you can't even be bothered to ask how he's doing? How can you be so heartless?"

I stared into her bloodshot eyes and asked hoarsely, "What does it matter to me whether he lives or dies?"

Anna fell silent and slammed her foot down on the accelerator.

The car swerved sharply around a bend, sending my head crashing hard against the window. A sharp pain shot through my forehead, and blood streamed down my face.

Anna froze for a moment, but she didn't stop the car. Clenching her teeth, she snapped, "I told you to sit still, but you wouldn't listen! Why do you insist on making a scene?"

Blood trickled into my eyes, turning the world into a sea of red.

The car sped faster and faster until the number on the speedometer climbed to 75 miles per hour.

Despair and hatred spread through my body like poisonous vines.

I took a deep breath and made a decision that bordered on madness.

Anna continued to warn me coldly, "Don't even think about me letting you out of the car. When we see Billy later, you'd better apologize to him."

The next second, I shoved the car door open. A fierce gust of wind rushed inside, whipping the hem of my suit out into the open air.

Anna's eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. "Craig, what are you doing?"

Before she could react, I jumped. The moment I left the car, excruciating pain tore through my body.

All I could hear was the howling wind rushing past my ears and Anna's heart-wrenching scream.

"Craig!"