Finally Giving up on My Runaway Bride
Our wedding was canceled again and again because Lynn’s childhood friend kept pretending to commit suicide. I was humiliated in front of relatives and friends, and my mother was so angered that she repeatedly fainted and was hospitalized.
Lynn Wensley was filled with regret and anger, even swearing, “If I ever run off with that bastard again, I’ll die a terrible death.”
I believed her. However, when I finally gathered the courage to stand in the center of the crowd again, Kyle Lane barged into the wedding wearing a blood-stained suit.
As a doctor, I recognized at a glance that it was fake blood dye, but when I grabbed Lynn to explain, she slapped me hard and knocked me to the ground. “Someone is dying and you’re still trying to stop me? Are you even human? If anything happens to him, you’ll all pay for it!”
Then, she ran after him without looking back.
My mother suffered a sudden heart attack from the shock and died in my arms.
Meanwhile, Lynn was celebrating Kyle’s safety with fireworks above the city sky.
After I finished handling my mother’s funeral, I received a text from her: [Trust me, there won’t be a next time.]
My face was pale, but I felt nothing. There was no anger or sadness. There really would not be a next time. It was completely the end for us.