The Unexpected Groom on the Wedding DayChapter 1
On my wedding day, everything went haywire. Melisa, the girl my family mistakenly raised as their own daughter, couldn't bear it anymore and went live online. You see, we were swapped at birth in the hospital.
As if that wasn't enough, my almost-husband decided to abandon me right there and then to save her. Her real parents even cut off my foster mom's medical support just to please her. My poor foster mom was clinging to life and there I was, begging my biological brother, who coincidentally was the doctor, to help her. But he was busy fussing over Melisa, pretending she was frail and wounded.
The whole scandal blew up online, with netizens tearing me apart, saying I was some heartless witch blocking Melisa's path. It was too much. So, I faked my death and hightailed it out of the country, leaving only a diary behind. I wanted them all to live with the guilt forever.
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Today, came the wedding day disaster. The big screen flickered to life, but instead of showing my carefully crafted video, we heard a mournful voice. "Cody doesn't want me anymore. What's the point of my life?"
I froze, my mind racing. It was Melisa—the girl who my wealthy family had raised thinking she was their own. In the video, she sat on the balcony railing, tears streaming down her face. "Today is Cody and my sister's wedding. I should be happy for them, but I love Cody."
"Melisa!" screamed the man next to me in anguish, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be my groom and declaring his undying love for her instead.
My parents in the front row panicked and bolted without a word. Cody looked like he wanted to follow them, but I clung to his sleeve and pleaded, “My parents are already at Melisa’s place. Today’s our wedding—can we at least finish what we started?”
My foster mom just wanted me to be happy. If she found out I was abandoned at my own wedding, it would break her heart. But Cody didn’t seem to care. He slowly pried my fingers off his sleeve, one by one.
It hurt—a sharp pain in both my hand and my heart. “Why are you being so cruel?” he said. “It’s just a wedding, do you think it’s more important than Melisa’s life? She loves me so much she’d die without me.”
He pushed me away without looking back. I fell to the ground, tears blurring my vision, while the mocking voices of the guests echoed in my ears.