They Canceled My Wedding for My Sister, Now They Regret Everything

Mom told me to hurry up and clean the petals off the floor.

“Beth can’t take any more emotional triggers. Hurry up. Don’t do anything else to upset her.”

The rose petals had been crushed underfoot, their juices staining the floor and sticking to it.

Dad sat nearby, making a call to one of his men.

“An island. Somewhere quiet. The hotel needs to be a suite facing the ocean. She has trouble sleeping, so don’t put her on a noisy floor.”

My brother David was holding a tablet, picking out clothes and accessories for her.

“Beth, do you think these clothes are already out of style? How about you leave tomorrow? I’ll take you shopping for a few new dresses.”

Beth sniffled.

“But what about Sister’s wedding…?”

She looked at me, tears shimmering in her eyes.

“Sis, I really didn’t mean to. The moment I saw the roses, I thought about him and the time we were together. I just couldn’t control myself.”

My gaze fell on the rose-shaped ruby necklace around her neck.

“You couldn’t control yourself, so you smashed my invitations and bouquet? What about the necklace around your neck? Why aren’t you afraid of that?”

Tears immediately spilled down her cheeks.

Mom rushed over and pulled her into her arms.

“How can a necklace be compared to a wedding? Lilith, do you have to be so hurtful? You’re her own sister!”

My brother looked at me coldly as well.

“Beth already apologized. What more do you want? Do you need the whole family to kneel around you and apologize before you’ll be satisfied?”

I looked at all of them and suddenly found the whole thing absurd.

My wedding had been canceled.

The money for my honeymoon had been transferred away.

My bouquet had been smashed.

And in the end, everyone was telling me not to make a big deal out of it.

Mom saw that I was still standing there and frowned.

“Hurry up and clean this up. Beth will get upset again if she sees it later.”

I crouched down and picked up the torn invitations and rose petals, stuffing them into a garbage bag.

The photo of Edward and me on the invitation had been ripped apart.

Petals clung to the torn pieces, making me look ridiculous and pathetic.

Dad hung up the phone and turned to my brother.

“David, when Beth comes back, put her in charge of the new club in the southern part of the city. She’s feeling low right now, so giving her some work will help take her mind off the breakup.”

Mom immediately agreed.

“Exactly. Beth can’t stay trapped in this heartbreak forever. We need to help her get back on her feet.”

My hands stopped moving.

The new club.

So the family had already opened a new club—and I was the only one who didn’t know.

David nodded.

“I had everything prepared a long time ago. The entire place was decorated in the light pink Beth loves. She’ll definitely like it.”

After saying that, he finally seemed to remember something and looked at me.

“Lilith, while Beth is away, take care of both the old store and the new club. She’ll take over as soon as she gets back. Don’t let anyone do anything stupid and ruin her mood.”

I let out a small laugh.

“You just canceled my wedding, and now you want me to manage the clubs?”

“Work is work. Don’t be so sensitive.”

Mom’s expression darkened too.

“Your sister is already going through this pressure. Do you really have to compete with her? Beth is different from you. She can’t handle too much pressure.”

She couldn’t handle the pressure, so all of it was pushed onto me.

I stood up and tied the garbage bag shut.

“When was the new club in the southern part of the city decided on?”

Dad looked slightly uneasy.

“Earlier this year.”

“Six months ago.”

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Mom avoided my eyes.

“You were busy with the wedding. We didn’t get a chance to tell you.”

I lowered my head and carried the garbage bag toward the door.

My phone vibrated again.

Edward had sent another message:

“The Art Museum has always been waiting for you.”

“If you’ve made your decision, it—and I—belong to you.”

I stared at the screen, my fingertips trembling slightly.

He had prepared this way out for me a long time ago.

I replied:

“Come pick me up.”

“This time, I won’t look back.”