Chapter 2

Wyatt's POV

Chelsea's smile froze on her face when she caught sight of me at the door. She hurried over and reached out to hug me.

"Wyatt, here's the thing… Pat's mom doesn't have much time left, and her biggest wish is to see him get married before she dies. But Pat doesn't have a girlfriend right now, so I was thinking I'd go through with a fake wedding with him first. The wedding I owe you will have to wait a little longer..."

I stared fixedly at Patrick. The suit that had been custom-made to my measurements fit him perfectly, even though he was a head shorter than me.

Patrick put on a show of being understanding. "Chels, maybe we should just forget it. Wyatt has been looking forward to this for five years. I feel bad about it."

Then, he made a show of taking off the suit, but Callista stopped him. She charged at me wildly and shouted, "You big meanie! You're just jealous that Mr. Goldstein looks way better in a suit than you! You're a cripple anyway—nothing will look good on you!"

I was knocked hard to the ground. The pain was so sharp that I was left dazed for a long while.

Seeing the agony on my face, Callista looked a little guilty. But she still stood there, stubbornly sticking out her chin.

Chelsea rushed over to pull me up. "Callie! How could you push your father?"

Her gaze fell to my left leg, and her expression softened. Two years ago, while Chelsea was shopping with Callista, she failed to keep hold of her, and Callista ran into the road. I rushed after her and was hit by a car, leaving that leg permanently injured.

"Wyatt, if you really mind it that much, I'll find someone else to fake it with Pat—"

I shook off her hand and stood up on my own. "I don't mind at all."

Then, I pulled up the calculator on my phone. "Besides the wedding suit, I'll need to factor in the money for you spending your wedding night with him—"

Before I could finish the calculation, Chelsea slapped the phone out of my hand. "Wyatt, what the hell is wrong with you? Callie is right here! Pat and I are innocent! I really don't get how you've become like this!"

I looked up at her. "He wants to take everything from me. Since I can't compete with him, is it wrong to ask for some money as compensation?"

Chelsea was rendered speechless. Her chest heaved violently, as if she were furious with me. "I can't be bothered to argue with you."

She pulled out her phone and jabbed at the screen with her manicured nails, as if taking out her anger on the keys.

The next second, a bank transfer notification popped up on my phone.

"I must have been blind back then!" Chelsea spat as she grabbed the other two and stormed out, slamming the door so hard that it rattled.

I stared at the string of zeros on the screen and tried my best to hold back the tears welling up in my eyes.

When Chelsea and I first got together, we had nothing. To keep her from envying other girls, I ate nothing but plain bread every day and delivered food after work to earn extra money.

Feeling sorry for me, she secretly learned how to do manicures to earn extra money and lighten my burden. When I casually mentioned that it took too long for our clothes to dry, she spent half a month's salary to buy me a small dryer.

When I discovered she was buying clothes from secondhand platforms, I cried my eyes out. But she just held me tighter, sobbing that her family had dragged me down, and swore that once she had money, she'd make it up to me.

Yet after she succeeded, Patrick took away every single thing she gave me to compensate me.

Now, all I had done was fight for some financial compensation, only to be told that she must've been blind to choose me.

I took a deep breath and tried to scroll through my phone to distract myself, but my feed was flooded with Patrick's posts.

Chelsea had taken him to discuss the wedding plans, and the exhibition hall renderings he posted were the very version I had painstakingly crafted according to Chelsea's tastes.

I never thought that the wedding I had looked forward to for so long would end up becoming one for my wife and another man.

Gripping my phone tightly, I was about to block him when my eyes inadvertently caught something on his wrist.

The moment I saw clearly what he was wearing, I couldn't hold back anymore. I checked his location and rushed right over to them.