Though I knew Eden had betrayed me, seeing it with my own eyes felt different.
It was like having a lump of cotton stuck in my chest, neither up nor down.
I treated her so well and loved her so much.
I worked hard to make money, giving it all to her, just so she could be happy and do what she wanted at home.
Yet, she took my money and, while I was working overtime, fooled around with Hale.
When I was on the verge of life and death, needing ten thousand dollars to save my life, she took all the money and bought a house with Hale.
Anger ignited that lump of cotton, making my heart burn painfully.
"These shameless scumbags, Daniel, you need to fire Hale tomorrow!"
"And get back all the bride price and money they took, damn it!"
They were both indignant.
I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, and asked John to make sure the videos were made public tomorrow.
He patted his chest.
"No problem! I'll edit it well, so everyone can see how disgusting these two are!"
John stayed with me until four in the morning.
Hale came back, but we didn't alert him, just told him to get some rest.
After breakfast, we set off to pick up the bride.
When we arrived at the hotel, the bus was already blocking the entrance.
People from Eden's village had come, and her mother hurriedly asked if I had the red envelopes ready.
Dick, smiling, took them out, and her mother grabbed them.
Feeling the thickness, satisfied, she smiled.
She didn't know we hadn't filled them with 666 dollars and 10,000 dollars as she expected.
Instead, they contained 6.66 dollars and one hundred one-dollar bills.
The other small red envelopes only had five dollars each.
Given what her daughter had done, even five dollars was generous.
The so-called "Master" deserved some credit, so the 100 dollars was worth it.
If it weren't for his suggestion to add Eden's name to the house, they might have gotten the marriage certificate, which would have been a real hassle.
After handing over the red envelopes, the door opened.
Eden sat upright on the bed, thick bridal makeup unable to hide the dark circles under her eyes.
Suppressing my inner rage, I calmly followed John's process to start the bridal pickup.
Skipping over the games and pranks on the groomsmen, the final step was to put shoes on the bride and recite vows.
No matter what, I couldn't bring myself to say those vows.