Chapter 68
He had thought I was just sulking, that I was still angry he had unplugged my father’s ventilator. Maybe I was avoiding him, or ashamed after “hurting Julia” twice.}
He never imagined he’d see a marriage certificate on someone else’s phone.
The familiar red booklet. My name on one side. The other half belongs to his uncle, James Burn.”
In the photo, I was smiling. Truly smiling.
And that shook him more than anything.”
He couldn’t remember the last time I had smiled like that. Ten years ago, maybe.}
Mrs. Lane chuckled gently, proud and smug.
“Lia getting married has fulfilled my wish. You know, if Julia had married first, people would’ve gossiped.”
Mr. Morgan didn’t seem to care much.
“Hmm. James settled down. He’ll treat Julia well.”D
James’s voice came out hoarse, trembling.
“What… what is this?”
“A marriage certificate,” Mrs. Lane said. “Lia and, ah, James, what are you doing?!“)
Her voice broke. /
Too late. James had already snatched the phone. He threw it to the floor, shattering it. Then he stomped on it again. And again. Still unsatisfied, his voice exploded.}
“Marriage?! What marriage?! Did I say she could get married?!“}
“It’s fake! You’re lying again!”
The entire wedding hall went silent. Heads turned. Whispers spread like wildfire.
Mr. Morgan, who valued reputation above all else, turned cold.
“James,” he said sharply. “What are you doing?“}
Julia hurried over, clutching the hem of her jeweled dress, nearly tripping over the layers of silk.}
James didn’t even glance at her.
Her voice trembled.}]
“James… what’s wrong?”
He couldn’t breathe. His chest tightened. His vision blurred.
He had been reborn, too. He knew I was cruel. Evil, even.
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But why, why did the sight of my wedding tear him apart? Why did he want to kill the man beside me? Even if that man was his uncle.}
Julia felt something shift. She exchanged a glance with Mrs. Lane, silently confirming her secret was still safe.
Relieved, she forced a smile and reached for James’s hand.
He dodged it, subtly, but unmistakably.
Her heart dropped.
For the first time since she had captured James‘ attention, she had been rejected.
He rubbed his temples and muttered coldly,
“I’m not feeling well. I’ll go rest.“}
But he still didn’t believe I had gotten married.”
Just as he turned to leave, a maid entered the hall carrying a small tray.
“Master, Madam,” she said cheerfully. “These are wedding candies from Mr. Burn. He hopes your marriage with Miss Jacqueline is sweet and happy.”
Silence.”
James’s breathing faltered. His composure snapped. Red flooded his vision.
Arid then…
He smashed everything within reach.
Vases. Wine glasses. Crystal centerpieces. Everything.”
