Before the wedding, the husband injured my fatherChapter 1
After we got our marriage certificate, I went to pick up our wedding rings, only to discover that the set I ordered contained two.
One was mine.
The other belonged to my fiancé Caleb’s childhood sweetheart, Heidi.
I brought the rings home, ready to question him, but instead walked in on Caleb bringing a pregnant Heidi into the house.
The moment I stepped through the door, the two of them behaved as if they were the rightful owners of this home. Caleb spoke casually, already giving orders.
“Heidi needs someone to take care of her now. You should cook for her every day, and make sure the meals are nutritious. She’s timid, so let her have the master bedroom. Go pack your things.”
I ignored him. I didn’t even want to ask about the rings anymore. I turned to head to my room.
My phone suddenly rang. My mother’s voice was trembling with tears.
“Your father… he’s been beaten and crippled. Come to the hospital now.”
I rushed out immediately. When I arrived at the hospital, I learned the truth.
It was Caleb who did it.
All because my father happened to look up at Heidi when passing by. Caleb exploded on the spot, beating him brutally while cursing him as a perverted creep.
I called him in fury, but he sounded completely unfazed.
“Your dad scared Heidi. His eyes were wandering like a pervert. What if he frightened the baby? How can you be so heartless? She’s a pregnant woman and you’re still taking your father’s side?”
I clenched my teeth and stayed silent. After ending the call, I dialed another number.
“The wedding is canceled. Take back the company shares. In seven days, I want both of them ruined.”
……
The moment I stepped through the villa’s front door, before I even had the chance to change my shoes, Caleb’s voice pressed down from behind me.
“Julia, leave your bracelet here. Heidi has been having nightmares lately. She needs it more than you do.”
My movements froze instantly.
That bracelet was the only keepsake my younger sister left before she died.
I turned back slowly, my fingertips turning cold. Caleb saw the redness in my eyes, yet showed not a trace of sympathy. He simply said, in a calm voice,
“Name your price.”
Nine years.
Nine years spent treading softly in a loveless relationship, humble to the point of dust.
So in his eyes, all my love amounted to nothing more than “name your price.”