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“Impossible! I don’t believe it! She loves me too much–she wouldn’t marry anyone else! I won’t allow it!”
Nathaniel’s roar echoed throughout the hall, drawing curious stares from the guests.
Vivienne’s face paled, her expression turning ugly:
“Nate, what are you saying? Whether Ruby marries or not, what’s that got to do with you?”
Nathaniel ignored her, his eyes fixed desperately on his grandma.
To make him give up, Mrs. Grey had the butler show him a video–the recording of my wedding
ceremony.
Mrs. Grey had watched me grow up. With Nathaniel’s wedding on the same day, she couldn’t attend mine, which she deeply regretted.
To slightly ease the old lady’s disappointment, I’d given her a copy of the ceremony video.
“Let me tell you the truth–Ruby didn’t drug you that night. It was me.”
“Trying to match you two was my idea. But Ruby bore your anger for years. She loved you so much and was so filial to me, never complaining about her mistreatment. When you broke her heart, all she did was switch her urine sample with Vivienne’s, planning to leave with her child. Instead, you nearly killed both her and the baby.”
“I told you Vivienne had multiple abortions and couldn’t conceive, but you wouldn’t believe me! You thought Ruby turned me against her! Had I known what a bastard you’d become, I never would have done such a foolish thing. You’ve failed Ruby, I’ve failed her, and I’ve failed the trust her grandma placed in me.”
Watching me in a wedding dress, letting another man slip a ring onto my finger and kiss my lips, a devastating pain engulfed Nathaniel’s entire being.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the phone, his hand trembling uncontrollably.
For a moment, a shameful thought crossed his mind–he would rather I had died from blood loss than married someone else.
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Nathaniel hadn’t been completely indifferent to me. Perhaps because we grew up together, he’d
always assumed his feelings were merely those of childhood friendship.
He thought Vivienne was the one in his heart, especially after she abandoned him to study abroad.
His frustration at not having her reached its peak, causing him to take it out on me. When he
believed I’d drugged him, he grew to despise my apparently unscrupulous methods.
But if he truly hated me, why keep me when he dismissed all the other mistresses?
Why did he feel so irritated when I started calling him “brother” again?
Why did seeing me marry someone else fill him with murderous jealousy?
Did he truly love Vivienne?
For the first time, Nathaniel began to believe his grandma’s words.
He turned to Vivienne: “That day when you bled–was it really a miscarriage? Did Ruby really push
you?”
Panic flashed in Vivienne’s eyes before fury took its place:
“Nathaniel Grey, are you doubting me because of what your grandma said? She’s always preferred Ruby over me. To match you two, she’ll throw any accusation at me! The private doctor works for her–they’ve conspired to slander me!”
“You were my first man. I even stayed faithful to you abroad, thinking of you constantly. Now you believe I sleep around and have abortions? You took me to the hospital that day—you heard what
the doctor said. If not for Ruby, why would I miscarry and become infertile? Yet you believe the killer of our child over me. If so, then forget this wedding!”
Vivienne was gambling–betting Nathaniel would soften, betting Mrs. Grey had no proof of her
promiscuity.
Sure enough, Nathaniel’s expression began to soften, but before he could speak, a cold laugh
interrupted:
“Well played, backing off to advance. Fine, if the wedding’s off, take off that stolen wedding dress!”
Nathaniel’s sister, Chloe Grey, who had been living abroad, suddenly appeared with female
bodyguards.
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She nodded to her guards, who immediately approached Vivienne to strip the dress from her.
Vivienne screamed:
“What are you doing?! Let go of me! Nate, help me! I just miscarried–I’m still recovering. How can you let them bully me like this?”
Chloe held up a document folder, smirking:
“Recovering? You promiscuous waste who’s had over a dozen abortions and can’t conceive anymore? You had the nerve to bribe doctors to tell Nathaniel you miscarried. What’s your game–afraid no one would marry you after ruining your body, so you use moral blackmail to trap my brother into making you the Grey’s matriarch? Keep dreaming!”
