Revenge Is the Best Wedding Gift Chapter 11

Revenge Is the Best Wedding Gift Chapter 11

So on the day we went to city hall to register our marriage, he cruelly revealed everything.

Thinking of this, the speeding car screeched to a halt at the emergency room entrance.

Rafe regretted it so much he wanted to shoot himself, but he didn’t even have time for self-reproach—he could only carry my bloodied body and rush frantically into the emergency hall.

That cruel revelation became the decision he regretted most in his life.

If he’d known the price of revenge was losing me forever, he’d rather keep that jealousy bottled up for life.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart felt like it was being twisted by knives.

Watching me being rushed into the operating room, Rafe collapsed on the cold floor, clasping his hands together and praying to all the gods, begging God to let Lavinia live.

Coincidentally, my psychologist was on duty at the hospital. Seeing this scene, an ominous feeling arose in the doctor’s heart.

“Mr. Grey, what happened?”

Rafe’s eyes were bloodshot as he shook his head desperately.

“Lavinia… she jumped from the building trying to commit suicide.”

The doctor froze for a moment, then quickly pushed past him, put on sterile clothes, and rushed into the operating room.

“How are the patient’s vital signs?”

The lead surgeon frowned and shook his head slightly.

“The external injuries aren’t actually fatal, but her will to live is extremely weak. Her blood pressure keeps dropping—the situation doesn’t look good.”

Hearing this, the psychologist bent down and whispered in my ear:

“Lavinia, you once asked me how to completely escape the shadow of psychological trauma. You said you didn’t want to be a burden to Rafe anymore. I thought the timing wasn’t right then and didn’t tell you, but now I’ll give you the answer.”