Revenge Is the Best Wedding Gift Chapter 18

Revenge Is the Best Wedding Gift Chapter 18

But the next day, I “remembered” that my husband in my memories loved spicy food and was particularly fond of Texas-style devil pepper barbecue.

That night, Rafe, who had a delicate stomach since childhood and ate bland food, was rushed to the hospital with acute gastritis for IV treatment.

In the deep-night hospital room, I watched Rafe sleeping weakly on the bed with complete indifference.

Cold as if looking at a stranger.

After that incident, until the eve of our wedding, I never “remembered” anything about that husband again.

Rafe finally got some relief.

During this period of performing with me, he endured double torture.

On one hand, my memories were full of love but had no place for him; on the other hand, he had to play another man’s substitute, which was utter humiliation.

But compared to these, the physical pain seemed trivial.

Time flew, and soon it was our wedding day.

We not only changed the wedding date but Rafe even changed the modern hotel wedding to a vintage countryside wedding at a private estate.

This was perfect for Rafe.

Since Nicholas and I had a traditional church wedding years ago, he had to surpass that man in every detail and give me a completely new experience.

So when he walked to the altar full of joy and took the hand of the bride wearing a thick vintage lace veil, he was so excited his eyes reddened, silently swearing to God that he would never fail me again and would spend his remaining years making it up to me.