All Chapters of On My Wedding Day: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

There was one week left until our wedding.My fiancé, Henry Jones, asked me to rearrange the date—because on our wedding day, he needed to take his sister-in-law Ann to the hospital for a prenatal appointment.The second I said we should break up, the air in the private room froze for a few beats—then the laughter exploded, loud enough to deafen my ears.“Seriously? She’s that desperate? Forcing Henry to marry her?”A flash of smugness crossed Ann’s eyes, but she sighed like she was worried for me.“Henry, don’t blame her. She’s almost thirty. If she doesn’t get married soon, she’ll be too old—of course she’s anxious.”“And I… I have my prenatal checkup this Friday. That OB was hard to book.”She bit her lip, voice trembling on purpose.“If Rory is really that anxious, then… then we should satisfy her first. I can reschedule my appointment.”As she spoke, her eyes turned red, as if she’d been wronged.A man in a bright yellow jacket immediately laughed and chimed in:“Exactly. Henry, e

Chapter 2

I made an excuse and left that suffocating room.The moment the door shut, the laughter behind me cut off like a knife—leaving only the cold, hollow echo of the corridor.Outside the club, midnight wind slammed into my face, sharp enough to sting.I stood on the curb and waited for a car, my thoughts drifting back fifteen years.When I was fifteen, my mother found out by accident that the girl my father had “taken in” was actually his illegitimate daughter.The news shattered her in an instant.She was pregnant then—she and the baby boy she carried died together on the operating table.Before I could even process the collapse of my family, a woman named Betty moved in smoothly, as if it had always been her place—becoming Ann’s mother, my father’s wife, and tearing apart every scrap of stability I’d ever had with her bare hands.Henry Jones showed up in my life during my darkest, most hopeless years.He was the notorious playboy at school—rebellious, fearless, trouble written in his bon

Chapter 3

Late at night, Henry burst in with cold air clinging to him.When he saw me sitting on the living room couch, he visibly relaxed.After changing his shoes, he came over with a paper bag in his hand, his tone light—almost like he wanted praise.“Here. Haven’t you been talking about this place’s donuts for days? I drove all the way out there. They’re still warm.”That shop was in the old district. From our apartment, it was at least forty kilometers round trip.As he spoke, he reached out like he’d done a thousand times—trying to pull me into his arms.I stood up and bent over to set the donuts on the coffee table, slipping neatly out of his reach, avoiding his arm and that familiar intimacy.My throat tightened. I forced a small smile.“Just leave them there. I don’t really have an appetite right now.”Henry’s arm froze midair. Then he casually withdrew it, acting as if nothing happened.He glanced me over, expression unchanged—assuming I was just sulking—and turned toward the bathroom.

Chapter 4

I took a deep breath outside the office building and pushed the door open.I pressed my fingerprint to enter Henry’s office.When I pushed open that heavy door, my hand was still on the knob—I didn’t step inside.Ann’s voice drifted out first.Low, controlled, yet clear enough to feel deliberate, like she wanted someone to hear.“Henry, don’t play games with me,” she said. “I’ve read your family’s trust terms. I understand succession. I’m only asking you one thing—if Rory ever has a child in the future, what then? Will her child still have inheritance rights?”Henry’s voice carried that familiar, soothing steadiness.“It won’t come to that.”He didn’t raise his voice. If anything, he sounded even gentler.“I won’t let Rory get pregnant with my child.”Ann went silent for half a second—then laughed once, the kind of laugh with no warmth.“Sounds nice. You think you can control a woman’s body? You think she won’t use a baby as leverage?”Henry stayed calm.“She won’t.”Ann pressed, sharp

Chapter 5

My fingers went numb for a second, and even my breathing lagged.I lowered my voice like I was afraid of waking something, and typed back fast:“Who are you?”My phone buzzed almost instantly.“David White.”I stared at those two words. Something slammed down on my heart.White.In our circle, that last name was never just a “family.” It was a taboo—you’d heard it, but no one dared say it at the table.You knew where it was, but you never dared get close.And Henry had mentioned it once—only once.That day, after he finished a call in the car, his face was dark enough to scare me.When I asked what happened, he only threw out one cold line:“Don’t bring up the White family again.”Back then, I thought it was just a business rival.Now I understood.it was something he truly feared.My palm turned cold, but I forced myself to keep typing:“How do you know me? Why did you send me a wedding dress?”The reply came quickly, calm like he’d prepared it long ago:“Your mother saved my life. A

Chapter 6

I lowered my head and typed slower this time:“If I become your wife, what can you give me?”The reply came instantly, like he’d been waiting for that exact question:“Safety.”“Truth.”“And—power to make the Jones family pay.”My fingers hovered—then I typed:“That night Ethan died… who sold Henry out?”This time, there was no immediate answer.The phone stayed silent for a few seconds, like he was measuring how much I could handle.Then he sent a single sentence:“Marry me, and I’ll put the name in your hands.”“How you use it—I won’t interfere.”I stared at that line, and bitterness rose in my throat.The phone buzzed again.“Rory.”“I’m not rushing you.”“But you only have a week.”“Before Henry marries you into the Jones family, he’ll turn you into a ‘useless, childless, obedient wife.’”“When that happens, leaving won’t be something a breakup can solve.”My fingertips turned cold.I raised my hand and folded the wedding dress back into the box, slowly, carefully.With every fold,

Chapter 7

I grabbed my car keys and didn’t waste a single word.“Let’s go.”The car door shut, leaving only the soft hiss of the air vents.Ann sat in the passenger seat, buckling her seat belt slowly, like she was buying time to find an opening line.She turned her head toward me, voice cautious.“Rory… will she make a scene today?”“She won’t,” I said.I said it steadily, like something I could control.Ann smiled a little and didn’t push further. She turned to the window, storefront signs flickering past in her eyes.At the hospital, the elevator doors opened onto an OB hallway full of familiar smells: disinfectant, paper, and that low, suppressed anxiety.When the nurse called Ann’s name, she straightened immediately, like she needed the world to see how “hard” she’d had it.Inside the exam room, the lights were harsh and white.The doctor, masked, flipped through her file with professional tone.“Today’s just routine—blood work, ultrasound, and some risk screening.”Ann nodded; voice soft.

Chapter 8

My steps stalled for a split second—then I moved faster.My assistant ran up, face drained.“Mr. Henry… Ms. Rory, she—”“Where is she?” I cut him off.His throat tightened.“Outside.”I followed his gesture.A black convoy was lined up at the base of the steps, polished like fresh oil.Men stood beside each car, suits razor-sharp, earpieces in place, eyes scanning the surroundings without expression.That wasn’t wedding security.That was a powerful family convoy.And then I saw Rory.She stood on the steps, backlit by the sun, her skirt lifting slightly in the wind.It wasn’t the dress I’d chosen for her.It was a classic long-sleeved lace gown, pearl embroidery bright and dense, the A-line skirt clean and restrained—yet carrying a solemnity no one could ignore.In that instant, a picture flashed through my mind: the yellowed photo in her mother’s album.Identical.A man stood beside her.David.Black suit, tie perfectly set.His posture looked relaxed—but the pressure in him was the

Chapter 9

David didn’t rush to deny it.He only looked at me, calm.“You’re pretty good at the word ‘using,’” he said. “When she was with you, wasn’t she always placed exactly where you needed her?”Rory lifted her eyes, looking at me one last time. Her voice didn’t rise or fall.“Henry, stop acting.”“You weren’t late because of traffic.”“You were late because you put Ann before me.”With that sentence, it was like she cleared all the debts between us.She turned to leave, her skirt brushing over scattered petals—white enough to sting the eyes.I stepped after her instinctively.“Rory—”David shifted, blocking me.Not fast. Not aggressive.Just steady.His eyes held no threat—only a quiet message:You don’t deserve to get closer.“That’s enough,” he said. “She’s Mrs. White now. If you want to keep the little bit of dignity your Jones family has left, don’t keep humiliating yourself here.”A car door opened.Rory bent and got inside.She didn’t look back.That dress—identical to her mother’s—lo

Chapter 10

By the time we reached the private clinic, it was deep night.The doctor had been dragged out of bed, clearly annoyed—but the moment he saw me, his face snapped into respectful professionalism.Ann sat outside the examination room, fingers digging into her bag strap.For the first time, she looked truly nervous.I stood across from her, cold.“You said the baby was Ethan’s.”“You said this was the only heir of the Jones.”Ann clenched her jaw and stayed silent.When the doctor came out, he held a file folder, voice as steady as he could make it.“Mr. Henry, the results came out. According to the sample comparison… the child matches neither you nor the Ethan sample you provided.”For a moment, it felt like someone had struck me over the head.“Doesn’t match?” I repeated. “Not Ethan’s… and not mine?”The doctor nodded, eyes darting away.“Yes.”Ann suddenly let out a soft laugh.It was quiet—yet it made my spine go cold.“So, you finally know,” she said, lifting her eyes.There were no t

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