Revenge Is the Best Wedding Gift Chapter 09

Revenge Is the Best Wedding Gift Chapter 09

During that year accompanying me through severe depression, every minute and second was agony and ecstasy for Rafe.

The agony was seeing me suffer and feeling like his heart was being cut with knives; the joy was that I could finally only depend on him and stay by his side.

Back then, he secretly swore in his heart that as long as my illness could get better, he’d willingly lose ten years of his life or even die.

God favored him once again—I miraculously recovered before he went insane.

And moved by gratitude, I agreed to be his girlfriend.

From dating to engagement to planning our wedding—everything went so smoothly it made Rafe’s soul tremble with joy.

But it was precisely on the day he took me for engagement photos that he received an iMessage from Victoria.

It was a photo—a wedding photo of Nicholas and me from the past.

The joy boiling in his heart was instantly doused with ice water.

Unwillingness and crazy jealousy surged like a tsunami.

Rafe watched me skillfully negotiating prices with the bridal shop owner in the distance, and suddenly had an epiphany, feeling like a ridiculous backup:

This perfect Lavinia had once completely belonged to another man.

All her most precious and beautiful first times had been given to someone else without reservation.

The psychological imbalance happened in just a split second.

Throughout the entire photo shoot, he was like a kidnapped hostage—his smile stiff, as if he were marrying not his lifelong love, but his mortal enemy.