Let Bygone Dreams Be Bygones
The night before the wedding, the effects of the drug wore off. I woke up in the master bedroom of the estate to the sound of laughter.
The moment I opened my eyes, I saw my custom-made suit being cut into strips by Jessica Solomon's male best friend, Chris Johnson.
As he twirled a pair of scissors in his hand, he joked with the viewers on his livestream.
"Man of the house? Please. He's lying there completely helpless. Anybody could do whatever they want to him."
Jessica's friends burst into laughter and chimed in.
"Jessica put sleeping pills in his milk herself. Anybody would've been knocked out cold."
The livestream chat flooded with comments ridiculing me as the pathetic man marrying into a wealthy family, but Jessica simply watched with amusement and reached over to ruffle Chris' hair.
"Feeling better now? Be good and end the livestream. If he wakes up and causes a scene, tomorrow's wedding will be a mess."
Only after everyone left did Jessica sit down beside the bed and pull the blanket over me.
"Chris is depressed. He can't handle being upset. We'll deal with this later.
"I've already arranged for a replacement suit to be flown in overnight on a private jet. Honestly, that one suits you better anyway."
My fingers tightened around the bedsheet. Silently, I sent a message to Katie Everton.
[I'm not getting married. Does what you said before still stand?]