All Chapters of I Blessed Her Wedding With My Life: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The cold from the metal seeped into my palm. It'd been three years since I'd last touched something this sharp. It'd been far too long.For the past three years, the only things allowed to appear in my world had blunt rounded edges. I could only eat with a soft, plastic spoon. Whenever my fingernails grew out, Mom would personally use a nail file to grind them down.Even when I showered, the bathroom door had to remain open so they could check on me at any moment and make sure I was safe.But Mom had just stuffed a knife right into my hand.The guests' bright laughter and cheerful conversation filled the house. I could hear them offering toasts and well-wishes.No one paid any attention to me.I looked down at the knife. I should put it back—put it back on the fruit platter and pretend none of this had ever happened. My hand lifted a little before hanging in the air.I heard Jessica Stewart, my older sister, laughing happily in the living room. She was going around, chatting wit

Even though I no longer had a heartbeat, it still hurt and made me want to curl up. So this was what my family thought of me—even when I was dead, I was still just throwing a tantrum for no reason.The dining table was filled with leftovers from the wedding reception. I saw pork ribs, chicken wings, shrimp, and even half of the two-tier wedding cake.It all smelled so good.For the past three years, I'd been on a strict diet to prevent adverse reactions to my medication. All I could eat was soups and bland food, with barely any salt or fat.I'd almost forgotten what meat tasted like. Hovering over the dining table, I greedily breathed in the aroma of the pork ribs."I'll fix a plate of food for Jon. He hasn't eaten all day." Ian couldn't bring himself to be so heartless.He picked up a clean plate, put some pork ribs on it, and cut a slice of cake as well."Ian!"Mom abruptly marched over and snatched the plate from his hands. With a loud clatter, everything—the plate and the f

Mom froze in the doorway, still holding the door open."What's the matter, honey?"Sensing that something was wrong, Dad hurried forward and looked past Mom's shoulder into the room. At the next second, his eyes widened in horror. His whole body swayed, and he barely managed to catch himself against the doorframe.Jessica and Ian came over, too. Jessica's scream was so shrill that it nearly pierced my eardrums.They all saw me, the son and brother who gave them nothing but headaches, caused them nothing but embarrassment, and made them throw all their money down a bottomless pit.And right now, my body was lying in a pool of congealed blood, my hand still gripping the fruit knife."Jon…"Mom let out a wail. Her legs gave way, and she scrambled into the room. Her knees sank right into the pool of blood as her trembling hands reached for me."Jon! Jon, what's wrong? Don't scare me! Open your eyes and look at me…"She touched my throat. There was a gaping wound there, deep enough

I followed everyone out of the house. The neighbors had come out and gathered around to watch."Oh, dear. Is he really dead? I always said it wasn't right for the Stewarts to keep their son locked up like that…""I heard his mother was the one who handed him the knife yesterday. My God, how could a mother be so cruel?""He had depression, right? Sure, I pity him, but he has been such a huge burden on his family, too… Now, well, at least they're all free.""Hush! Keep your voice down! They haven't left yet. But honestly, you're right. The Stewarts can breathe easier now."The gossiping neighbors sounded like buzzing flies. Every single word was like a knife stabbing into my parents' hearts.Mom buried her head deep between her knees, curling into a ball as muffled sobs escaped her."Jon… My son…"But I would never be able to answer her again.…They set up the funeral service right in the living room, too. The wedding decorations had been taken down, replaced with a memorial p