All Chapters of His Wedding March, My Passing Bell: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The doctor pushed the admission form toward me.“You need to be hospitalized immediately.“Given your current condition, a massive hemorrhage could occur at any moment.”I clutched my dully aching stomach and asked softly, “If I don’t stay, how much time do I have left?”The doctor fell silent for a long time.“Perhaps a month.“Perhaps a few days.”I nodded, folded the admission form neatly, and slipped it into my bag.My phone chimed right on queue.The cemetery coordinator was calling to remind me that the burial plot beside the sycamore tree would only be held until this afternoon.I needed ten grand to keep it.I had picked the spot after spending a long time searching.It was quiet, and bathed in sunlight.Not too cold for a resting place.When I returned to the office, Lucas was in the conference room helping his fiancée Sally Peters pick out wedding jewelry.Over a dozen velvet boxes were spread across the long table.Even the cheapest necklace among them was enough for three b

Lucas bent down and picked up the diagnostic report.I thought he would at least read it through.But he merely glanced at the hospital stamp before crumpling the paper up into a ball.“You certainly came prepared.“Did you bring blood packs too?”I wiped away the blood from the corner of my mouth.“It’s real.“The doctor’s phone number is at the bottom.“You can call him right now.”Lucas stared at my pale face, a flicker of hesitation flitting across his eyes for a split second.Right then, Sally burst into tears.“Babe, what about my dress?“It’s a bespoke piece. The designer spent eight months on it.”She clutched at his sleeve, showing him the blood-stained hem of the dress.“Sophia knew perfectly well how important the dress was to me.“She even said she would leave after the wedding.“She must wanna spoil the occasion.”The hesitation in Lucas’s eyes vanished instantly.He tossed the report straight into the trash can, pulling out a tissue to wipe the blood from her dress.“She

On the day of the wedding, the hotel was covered in white roses.Lucas had once promised that when we got married, he would give me the grandest wedding in the entire city.He had honored his promise, only for another bride.I changed into my staff uniform, washed the blood from the corner of my mouth with cold water, and walked into Sally’s bridal suite.She jumped when she saw my face.“You look like a corpse!”“Didn’t sleep well last night.”I helped adjust her veil, then fastened the pearly buttons down the back of her gown.By the time I was done, my fingertips had lost all sensation.The wedding march began to play outside.Lucas had come to pick up the bride.The moment the door opened, his eyes caught the blood stain on my cuff.“What’s that about?”I lowered my head and rolled the sleeve up.“Some lipstick rubbed off.”Sally immediately linked her arm through his.“Come on babe. The ceremony’s about to start.”Lucas stared at me for a few seconds, his voice dropping coldly.“D

His fingers froze for a split second before he hung up the phone.“She certainly has a foolproof plan.”At the police station, the intake logs and statements from the hotel staff were laid out before him.The time of the emergency call was 11:49 AM.At that point, the wedding ceremony hadn’t even ended yet.The first person to call the police was a hotel custodian responsible for cleaning the staff passageway.She had written it out with absolute clarity in her statement, that she had found me collapsed by the elevator doors, covered in my own blood.By the time the hotel doctor rushed over, I could no longer speak coherently.At 12:03 PM, an ambulance came to take me to the hospital.At 12:17 PM, the hospital declared that resuscitation efforts had failed.The officer pulled up the hotel surveillance footage.On the screen, I walked out of the bridal suite dressed in my staff uniform.I was moving extremely slowly.One hand against the wall for support, while the other clutched my sto

Lucas turned his head abruptly.His gaze was so frigid that whatever Sally was about to say got caught in her throat.The staff member walked over carrying my personal belongings.“These are the cremation authorization and cremation niche receipt left by the deceased.“She didn’t fill in a recipient, nor did she leave any family contact information.”Lucas took the authorization form.My signature was faint, the final stroke slanted so badly it was barely legible.At the bottom of the form was a handwritten note:“If unclaimed, please dispose of according to procedure.”His hand tightened around the paper suddenly, crumpling it.“No cremation.“Until the DNA result is out, no one touches her.”The staff member frowned.“Mr. Brooks, this is an authorization signed personally by the deceased.”Lucas lifted his eyes to look at the cold locker.“I told you. She isn’t Sophia.”Yet this time, there was not a shred of conviction left in his voice.The storage tray was slowly pushed back insid