After 52 Failed Marriage Registrations, I Finally Learned He Was Already MarriedChapter 1
My boyfriend Liam and I have been secretly dating for seven years.
During this period, we registered for marriage 21 times, but each time it was interrupted by an accident.
The first time , Liam insisted on driving there on a rainy day. On the way, the navigation went wrong and he turned onto a remote road. The car repair was delayed until the Civil Affairs Bureau was closed.
The second time, I ate breakfast made by Liam, and I suffered from severe abdominal pain and developed a rash all over my body. I had an acute allergic reaction and stayed in the hospital for seven days.
The twenty-first time...My brakes suddenly failed, and I crashed into a big tree on the side of the road...
I was once a well-known jewelry designer, K. Because of love, I went into hiding and designed many best-selling jewelry pieces for my boyfriend's company, which doubled the company's market value.
Tonight I just finished delivering a set of 7th anniversary jewelry. The theme of this set is love, and I thought it would be used for our wedding.
This time I was well prepared, and I thought there would be no more accidents.
I am full of anticipation.
A small figure rushed in; it was Noah, seven years old, the son of Liam 's adopted sister Vanessa. He clutched a glass bottle in his hand, his face filled with a resentment beyond his years.
"You wicked woman! You stole my father!"
Before I could react, a pungent liquid was splashed in my face.
"ah--!"
I screamed and covered my eyes, scalding tears mixed with an unknown liquid streaming down my face, my skin stinging as if pricked by needles. Everything in my vision distorted and faded, finally turning into a blurry, bloody mess.
"Help... Liam..."
I was in so much pain that I curled up on the ground, my fingers trembling as I reached for my phone and instinctively dialed my emergency contact number.
That was Liam's phone call.
I called once, but no one answered.
I called twice, but no one answered.
Three times, four times... until the phone automatically disconnected, leaving only a cold busy tone in the receiver.
The excruciating pain and panic were intertwined, almost threatening to engulf me.
I don't know how much time had passed when I was awakened by a series of noisy footsteps.