Chapter 2

Bianca frowned and gave me a final warning.

"Wilson, apologize! It's our wedding today! Why must you cause so much trouble?! You're turning this into a huge joke!"

The determination in her eyes made it seem as if I would surely bow my head, just like in all previous times.

At least she knew we were at our wedding.

Xander shamelessly buried his head in her chest. The smugness and provocation in his eyes were completely undisguised.

I snickered and looked at Xander without an ounce of emotion. "Since he has a mental condition, he should just get lost and stop causing a scene."

Everyone immediately looked at me with shock and adoration in their gazes. That was because anyone who had previously called Xander crazy was hunted down by Bianca.

"Shut up! You're asking for it!"

The next moment, Bianca grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it on my head.

The scent of blood and wine flooded into my nose.

I sadly realized that even the wine we used at our wedding was Xander's favorite.

Bianca looked at me with a hint of hesitation, which soon vanished.

Then, she said icily, "An eye for an eye! Now it's even. We'll delay the wedding! We'll only get married once you get Xander's forgiveness!"

Then, she helped Xander along and stormed off.

I snickered and said, "Bianca, if you step out this door, you and I are done."

Bianca stopped in her tracks.

Xander pressed his face close to her ear, but exclaimed in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Bianca, it's all my fault! Just leave me be! I'm a burden for you! I deserve to die!"

Everyone saw through Xander's terrible acting, but Bianca was looking at him with worry in her eyes.

She suddenly turned around and looked at me with determination, saying, "Wilson, look at the state Xander is in! Why are you still fooling around? Where is your conscience? Fine, let's see who else would dare marry you."

Then, she left without looking back, leaving the chaos all behind.

I took a deep breath and tried to salvage the situation.

"Everyone, I'm sorry that the wedding got interrupted. I hope you forgive me for not being a good host."

After clearing the place, I saw black and passed out.

When I woke up once more, I was at the hospital. The bandage around my forehead reminded me that everything that had happened was real.

Although the sun was shining brightly, my heart was ice cold.

Bianca came over in a rush. Her neck still had fresh red marks on it.

When she saw me come around, she sighed in relief before saying icily, "Xander's depression has flared up again. I'm going to take him out to relax. You stay in here and think about what you've done!

"You ruined the wedding. Why couldn't you have just let Xander some fun? It wasn't anything serious at all."

I said nothing.

Bianca angrily stormed off, slamming the door behind her.

Let him have fun?

I was extremely familiar with that tactic. When Bianca and I first got together, she had told me that she had a male best friend. She said that Xander was like a child and I should be more patient with him.

That went on for seven years.

Xander, in the name of helping Bianca test her boyfriend, had always tormented me.

He had torn important contracts into pieces, swapped my body wash for hair removal cream, and even tortured and killed my cat of three years.

Every time I wanted to settle the score with him, Bianca would say impatiently, "He's just doing this for my own good. Stop causing a scene!"

At our engagement party three months ago, Xander seemed to have lost his mind and drove his car straight into me.