He Sent Me To Marry Another, Then He Regretted

Chapter 4 The Groom

On the wedding day, Hilbert woke up early. He insisted on driving me there himself.

The entire ride passed in silence.

His lips were pressed tightly together, his face pale, both hands trembling slightly on the steering wheel.

I sat in the passenger seat, quietly watching the city blur past outside the window.

I had lived here for five years. But I had never truly belonged here.

At a red light, Hilbert finally hesitated before speaking, "Vicky, I..."

"If you have something to say, save it for later," I interrupted quietly.

The car stopped outside the hotel.

I pushed open the door and walked forward without looking back.

Strangely enough, now that the moment had actually arrived, I didn't feel as devastated as I thought I would.

"Vicky." Hilbert called after me.

I stopped and turned around.

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something important. But after a long pause, all he said was, "Trust me. I'll bring you back."

This time, I didn't answer him. I turned and walked into the hotel.

Before entering, I pulled the velvet box from my purse.

The handmade ring I once treasured now looked meaningless, like something covered in dust.

I stared at it for a long time. Then I threw it into the trash without hesitation.

Soon, I changed into the white wedding dress.

Sitting in front of the mirror, staring at my unfamiliar reflection, panic suddenly crept into my chest.

For days, I had numbly accepted every arrangement made for me. But now, for the first time, fear finally hit me.

Just then, voices sounded outside the room.

"Mr. Ward, you're here." The staff spoke respectfully.

My entire body tensed instantly.

The door opened. A tall figure walked inside against the light pouring in from the hallway.

I couldn't see his face clearly at first, only the sharp outline of his frame. For some reason, he felt strangely familiar.

He lifted a hand slightly, signaling for the staff to leave. Soon, the dressing room was empty except for the two of us.

I became so nervous that I could barely breathe. Keeping my head lowered, I didn't dare look at him.

Slow footsteps approached me one by one. Finally, he stopped right in front of me.

"Vicky." He called my name.

I froze and looked up instinctively.

The moment I saw his face clearly, my mind went blank.

My lips parted, but no sound came out.

It was him.