On the wedding day, the husband put the wedding dress on someone elseChapter 1
On our wedding day, he actually took his foster sister’s hand, half joking, tilted his head toward her, and called her the bride.
The next second, the wedding dress that was supposed to be mine was draped over her shoulders by his own hands.
The guests shifted awkwardly but did not dare speak up. They rushed to smooth things over.
“It’s all family, just a joke.”
“Ulyssa won’t mind. She’s always so sensible.”
They all assumed that, just like the past five years, I would swallow every grievance, hide in a corner, and hurt in silence.
But I simply smiled, pulled out a chair among the guests, and sat down to calmly enjoy the meal.
Only when he finally realized something was wrong did he panic, hastily shove the wrinkled wedding dress back into my arms, and pretend nothing had happened as he spoke gently.
“Ulyssa, come up. Everyone is waiting for you. Don’t hold things up.”
I looked up at him, my expression as calm as if a century had passed.
Then, right in front of him, I tossed the wedding ring into the trash bin.
“Felix, I’m not marrying you.”
He froze. Until that moment, he had no idea that the dress his foster sister had just played with and trampled on was the same one he had begged me to accept five years ago, kneeling outside my door in the rain for three hours, refusing to leave.
I endured for five years, not because I was weak, but because back then he had pursued me with real sincerity for five years.
But now he has lost his memory.
And the five year promise has expired.
I no longer have any reason to stay.
I took out my phone, opened a number that had been buried for three years, and made the call.
A warm and steady voice answered. “Ulyssa?”
In a low voice, I asked, “Three years ago, you said you would marry me. Does that still count?”
……
“Ulyssa, it’s just a wedding dress. I can buy you another one later. Come up and start the ceremony.”
“Today is a happy day. Everyone is waiting for you.”
Seeing that I still wasn’t stepping onto the stage, Felix finally lost his patience. Taking advantage of all the eyes on us, he kept urging me.
His groomsmen sensed something was wrong and came over to persuade me.
“Sis, Felix already agreed to marry you. Don’t throw a tantrum over a dress. Come up.”