My Missing Bride Wakes Up in My Brother’s Room

The light in the banquet hall glowed softly.

In a tailored suit, I smiled and waved goodbye to the guests attending the wedding. I was eager to drive home and see my bride.

At this time, the housemaid came to me anxiously, saying my wife Esther was missing.

The smile on my face suddenly died.

Growing up in an orphanage, Esther was timid and kind. She didn't know anyone in Northside.

Fearing that she might be taken advantage of in the street, I hurriedly drove to look for her.

I ran all over the Northside during the night, but didn't check our family's villa.

I reported it to the police and dragged myself home.

Then I found my wife running out of my brother's room dishevelled, her eyes swollen.

Seeing me, she froze momentarily, then covered her face and ran back to our bedroom, crying.

She locked the door from inside and sobbed, refusing to come out.

"Mum, what's going on?"

As I asked Esther to open the door, I questioned my mum.

I called my parents yesterday, but they said Esther wasn't home.

They asked me to look for her outside and said they would search nearby.

I didn't expect to see this at home!

Anger rose in my heart. Seeing my brother come out, I flared up.

Striding forward, I swung my fist heavily into his disgusting face.

"Say, what did you do to Esther?"

My parents came to hold me. They said that my brother was always in bad health and asked me not to fuss.

"Well, Jason, for the sake of the family reputation, be tolerant.

“If it spreads out, our family will be ashamed.

“Besides, Esther has no sense of decency. Knowing your brother is at home, she wears such revealing clothes."

Oh, revealing clothes?

But a few days ago, my mum picked out the dress for Esther!

At that time, she kept encouraging Esther to wear it.

She said the dress was gorgeous, reminding her of her younger self.

Now the dress was revealing. I see. They schemed on purpose!

Being a manic, my brother was unable to marry even when he was in his late 20s.

So they schemed against my wife.

I wished I had detected it earlier. If I'd moved out with Esther, this would not have happened!

I was filled with anger. Even if my parents begged me on their knees, I resolutely called the police.

I would not accept any mediation. They owe it to Esther and me!

I knocked open the door. Without looking back, I took Esther by her hand and left the home where I had stayed for more than 20 years but without any warmth.

From then on, this was nothing more than a strange place, with nothing to do with Esther and me.

I was regretful. Esther lost her parents in her childhood. She suffered a lot growing up in the orphanage.

She had already had a miserable childhood.

But I didn't protect her well, making her suffer on the wedding night.

I hated myself, and I hated that family all my life!