บททั้งหมดของ My Wedding, His Breakdown: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Dylan pulled me into bed, his desires insatiable. His kisses trailed down to my collarbone, leaving a trail of hickeys.“You smell so good tonight, Vee,” he murmured in a low, husky voice beside my ear, his warm breath brushing against my neck.I gently pushed against his chest. “What’s gotten into you today?”He didn’t answer. His hand slipped inside my blouse, skillfully unfastening my bra. Soon, I lost all sense of reason, sinking with him into a haze of passion. I told myself he was just a man. Boys would be boys, after all.After everything, he leaned lazily against the headboard and lit a cigarette.Lying in the swirl of smoke, he suddenly said, “Vee, design a wedding ring for me, will you?”My heart skipped a beat. I fought to suppress the joy that almost burst from my chest. I thought he was finally going to propose. We had been dating for three years, but he had never given me any formal promise.“What made you change your mind all of a sudden?” I asked, trying to sound

I began preparing for my wedding.Meanwhile, Dylan was immersed in his sweet romance with Whitney, acting as if I had never existed.It was not until one day, when he was waiting for Whitney to try on wedding gowns, that he suddenly thought of me. He took his phone out and realized we hadn’t spoken in two weeks. A flicker of unease crossed his mind.“Dyl, how do I look in this one?” Whitney stepped out of the fitting room in a lavish gown covered in diamonds.A flash of amazement lit up Dylan’s eyes, and whatever unease he felt vanished in an instant. “You look stunning.”He stood up and walked toward her, unable to resist pulling her into a passionate kiss.That was the moment I walked in. The sight of them burned into my eyes like fire. My heart ached like it was being pricked over and over by a thousand tiny needles.Dylan saw me too. He let go of Whitney in a panic but quickly regained his composure. His first instinct was to blame me. “You didn’t message me for two weeks. I

Dylan’s mind went blank.Jasper was his sworn enemy. In the business world, they were locked in a cutthroat rivalry; in private, they still had their daggers drawn.Even Dylan's father had to tread carefully around Jasper.Dylan suddenly remembered how, in the days leading up to the wedding, Whitney had clung to him nonstop, suggesting they chase the Northern Lights and take beach getaways. She filled up his schedule with trip after trip.Even the night before the wedding, she had put on sexy lace lingerie, leaving him no time or energy for anything else—let alone reach out to me or keep up with the news.Trying to stay calm, he said into the phone, “How could Jasper even fall for her? This is just another one of her shows to make me turn back. She’ll do anything for attention. That’s all she has ever been capable of.”However, even as he said it, the unease in his chest grew stronger.He ended the call in a rush, forced down the waves of emotion churning inside, and turned back

Everyone was in an uproar the moment Whitney said that.Dylan immediately stepped to her side, his tone full of scorn. “Maeve Sandler, I never thought you’d stoop so low just to win.”The crowd buzzed with chatter, and all eyes were on me. Even the judges’ expressions grew solemn.Just then, a familiar voice came from the entrance. “I believe in my wife. Her talent speaks for itself. She doesn’t need to plagiarize anyone.”Jasper walked to my side, gently took my hand, and gave me a reassuring glance. Then, he turned to face the panel of judges. “Judges, regarding Ms. Whitney Jackson’s accusation, we have ample evidence proving this is malicious slander.”I stepped forward and presented the official copyright registration I filed months ago with the International Copyright Center.Along with it were detailed creation notes, with each stage of revision timestamped. There was also a string of email records between me and my mentor, the renowned international jewelry designer, Antho

After handling everything related to Whitney, Dylan returned to the home he and I used to share. Now, that place was completely covered with traces of Whitney.The curtains, the couch, the carpet—all things I had once chosen so carefully—had all been replaced with items that matched Whitney’s gaudy, ostentatious style.The photos hanging on the walls were no longer of our travels together but of him and Whitney smiling intimately at each other.Everything that had belonged to me had been wiped clean, as if I had never existed at all.A wave of emptiness and regret engulfed Dylan.There was still time. Dylan thought he could still win me back.He spent a fortune hiring someone to repair the little model house Whitney had smashed. He ran to all of the city’s top tailor shops, trying every possible way to restore the wedding gown he had cut into pieces.Holding those two things, he appeared in front of me, his voice hoarse as he pleaded for my forgiveness. He begged me to give him