He's my child, a part of me, so a glimmer of hope lingered in my heart.
But in the next second, my boy yanked his hand away and shouted, "I'm staying with Aunt He forever! I'm not going anywhere with you!"
My heart sank instantly.
Jonas pulled Ashier behind him, dumped the bowl of pasta into the trash, and looked down at me with disdain.
"Hey, Andy, who are you kidding? Come on, you begged me to marry you every year! Ha! No way you'd actually just run away now."
With that, he took Ashier by the hand and walked out of the door.
Before they left, I heard him muttering to himself, "Ugh, I really made the right decision to put you under my name when you were born. If it had been on hers, who knows what kind of mess we'd be dealing with."
Ashier chimed in with his tiny voice, "I'm happy you didn't marry her, Daddy!"
The door closed behind them, and my strength gave out. My fever was relentless, sapping my energy.
Trembling, I dragged myself to the hospital
After a few IV drips, the fever subsided somewhat.
Feeling slightly better, I took out my phone and spent hours carefully drafting apology messages to every guest who had been invited to our wedding. I humbly explained that the wedding was canceled.
But the replies baffled me—many guests said Jonas had told them the wedding was still going ahead as planned.
One friend, someone I was close with, hesitated for a while before finally adding me to a group chat.
The group's name? Wedding in Progress.
The admin of the group was Jonas, and just as I joined, he sent a chat.
[Folks, we can't wait to see y'all at my wedding with Mitch! See y'all in a month!]
So it's true—the wedding was still happening. The only difference was that... the groom had a new bride.
I scrolled through the chat history, finding messages from him even late at night. He had been meticulously planning every detail of the wedding, handling everything himself.
Someone then mentioned: [In a month? I heard the Rockefellers are also holding a wedding next month.]
Jonas replied smugly. [Guess Mitch and I are really meant to be. Even a big-shot family like the Rockefellers wants to share our spotlight!]
I stared at the chats with my face expressionless. Without a word, I left the group.
Probably seeing the notice that I left the group, Jonas immediately called me.
"Andy, you... Do you know everything? H-Hey, let me explain…"