Falling for my ruthless savior.

Crystal's POV You have no idea what could have made someone like me so happy this morning. I was smiling and singing along to my favorite music, and it seemed like I was on top of the world. Since I am getting my white wedding done today, it is a wonderful day for me. It allows me to feel a unique delight that may truly last a lifetime! I murmured a pleasant tune, extended my arms, and sighed with pleasure. It was a gentle sensation as I rose from the plush bed below. My lovely bridal gown was hanging on the door, and the sunshine coming in through the window made it stand out. I could not help but grin and speak louder. The guy my heart pounded for every second of my life, Andrew Thompson, was the one I was finally going to marry. I was getting married! I had always wanted to be with the man I loved, and I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. I recalled Andrew's proposal day, when he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him in front of my mother, who was thrilled that I accepted. When he put the ring in front of me, I said yes right away. Today, we are getting married. I needed to get prepared. I took a long, hot shower, washed my hair, and applied a light layer of makeup on my face. That is because I don't fancy heavy makeup. I wanted to look perfect for Andrew, making him dripping for me as always. As I slipped into my wedding dress, I couldn't help but feel like a princess. Haha! Maybe I was a princess before now. The dress was beautiful, with intricate lace and delicate flowers embroidered along the hem. On the day Andrew and I went to choose out the wedding dress, it was the priciest one at the mall. As I strolled magnificently out of my room and into the corridor to see Andrew. I felt as if I was floating on air. The guests for the wedding started to arrive, and the hotel was a hive of activity. I could hear the reception hall filled with music and laughter, and I was eager to participate in the activities as it was my day. I have heard that some females aspire to be like me, or at the very least, to mirror who I am. My heart swelled with excitement as I made my way to my soon-to-be marital room to meet Andrew. To let him know how much I loved him and valued all of his efforts in making this happen today, I had prepared a special surprise for him—a modest present. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves down, arriving at the entrance door. I realized that a new chapter in my life was about to begin, and since Andrew was involved, I was prepared. A scene that chilled my blood and left me still and frozen greeted me as I opened the door to the marital chamber. My feet went cold, and I stood there frozen with my jaw dropped. What I'm seeing is just a mere dream, imagination taking over me, or am I am experiencing it? My fiancé, Andrew, has everything ready for our wedding! was lying on the bed, naked, with that figure I so much cherished the most. Wait, that was my... my mother on top of him, on top of the love of my life!. They were having s*x, kissing, and romancing each other. I felt like I had been punched in the gut; it was more than being punched, and I couldn't breathe for a while. All I wanted was to be woken from the dream, or better yet, jerk me from the imagination and tell me it was a mere dream. My head hurt and my thoughts were racing faster. I was praying it was untrue and trying to understand what I was seeing, but for a moment I was unable to think clearly. How could they do this to me? How could my beloved Andrew have betrayed me in this way? And what made my mother, who was old enough to have given birth to Andrew, agree to have s*x with the spouse of her only daughter? What was so painful was that she is the lady who was meant to love and protect me? Something so disgusting! I stood there, frozen in shock, as I took in the scene before me, tears dripping down my cheek. My eyes were fixed on Andrew and my mother, and I couldn't look away. I felt like I was in a nightmare, and I prayed to wake up. This couldn't be happening to me. Not on my wedding day! Not with the man I loved! Not with my own mother, who I cherished the most! I was so angry and hurt that I did not know how to feel good or what to do, so I walked up to the couple with my fists clenched. I wanted to hurt them, to make them pay for what they had done to me. I had the feeling that I was about to blow up, that I would lose control and do something that I would later regret. What do I tell the audience? That the marriage no longer holds? That the bride's mother now Weds the groom? What on earth! But as I reached the bed, Andrew pushed me away, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and anger at the same time. He covered himself with the blanket and murmured, "Crystal, calm down; it was not what you think," in a steady but slightly trembling voice. "It was not what I thought," I said, my eyes burning with hurt and rage as I gazed at him. How could he do this to me? How could he betray me like this? I felt like I didn't even know him, like he was a stranger to me. I took a step back, my eyes fixed on Andrew and my mother. Both of them had shame and remorse on their faces as they stared at me. What do the guilt and shame have to repair now? Nothing! It shows she had been having illicit s*x with my lover But I didn't care. I didn't care about their feelings. I only cared about one thing—how they could do this to me. As I stood there, my eyes fixed on the pair, I felt like my world was crashing down around me; the tears couldn't help but keep flowing down. I didn't know what to do or where to go. All I knew was that I had to get away from Andrew and my mother, away from the pain and betrayal they had inflicted on me; standing there and hearing all they had to say would hurt me more. Running away and never looking back on what the outcome may become to clear my mind from what I just saw. I turned, shaking my head in disbelief. I scoffed and ran, not knowing where I was going, but I knew I had to get out of there somewhere safe to clear my mind. Running through the hallway, the audience was glancing at me, trying to stop me. I know they thought, but I don't care; I won't be the one announcing this unspeakable act to them. I made to cross the road. I was standing in the middle of the road before my eyes set on the car speedily approaching. My heart skipped, and for an instant I knew it all ended here. The horn blew me off, and I suddenly saw my eyes closing, and everything went blink.