Bride Hits Back
When I arrived at my wedding in my bridal gown, I found an octagonal fighting ring set up in the center of the stage.
My fiance, Derek Hale, was holding the hand of his "girl bro," Chloe Shaw. With a smile, he handed me a pair of boxing gloves and explained, "Vivian, this is a tradition from my hometown. The bride has to get into the ring and wrestle one of the groomsmen for good luck. I asked Chloe to go up. Just play along for a minute."
Looking at Chloe, who was always acting frail and sickly, I did not think much of it and stepped straight into the ring.
But the next second, she threw an extremely professional spinning kick and knocked me unconscious with a severe concussion on the spot.
When I woke up, I was paralyzed in a hospital bed. Derek stood there holding Chloe's hand and said to me, "Our relatives and friends gave us so much wedding money. The wedding can't go on without a bride. Chloe is willing to take care of me in your place. You're so kind, Vivian. You won't mind, right?"
Under the torture of humiliation and severe depression, I pushed my wheelchair off the rooftop of our wedding home.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back one month before the wedding.
I turned around and knocked on the door of a national-level kickboxing champion training base.
"Coach, if I trained for a month, can I punch someone's head open?"