Chapter 3

The next morning, the wedding went ahead as scheduled.

Since the Vance family had lost everything, the bridal party was staying at a luxury hotel.

On the way to pick up the bride, a car crashed directly into my wedding limousine.

My leg was badly injured on impact, and Chad was rushed to the hospital with a sprained ankle.

I was the one who arranged that crash.

The thought of Clara disgusted me so much that I couldn't even stomach saying a fake "I do" at the altar.

I staged the accident to sabotage my own wedding. As long as I was injured, the ceremony had to be put on hold.

The bitter irony was that I had personally designed every detail of that wedding. I spent three whole months preparing it, looking forward to it more than anything, genuinely wanting to build a family with Clara.

Now, I had destroyed it with my own hands.

Hearing about my hospitalization, Clara rushed over without even taking off her wedding gown. Seeing my leg in a cast, she asked with obvious panic, "Ethan, are you okay? When I heard about the crash, I was terrified!"

Looking at her flawless makeup and pristine white dress, I felt a brief moment of disorientation. For a split second, I wondered if she had ever loved me, even for a moment. Surely her panic right now was real.

A second later, she completely shattered that delusion.

She casually asked, "By the way, the driver in the car with you... his name is Chad, right? Did he get hurt? I just didn't expect something like this on the way to a wedding. If he's injured, you should definitely compensate him well."

At that moment, the truth hit me completely.

Clara didn't come here out of concern for me. She was worried about her lover.

And me? I was just a walking ATM.

She didn't just want my money for herself; she wanted me to fund the man she was sleeping with.

Clara... Clara... In the five years I kept you, how did I fail to cultivate even a single shred of conscience in you?

A bitter taste spread through my mouth. I gave her a cold smile. "Sure. Once I'm better, I'll definitely give him a massive surprise."

Because of my injury, the wedding was postponed.

While I recovered in the hospital, Clara brought me meals every day.

I had my assistant watch her closely. It turned out that before coming to my room every day, she always stopped by Chad's room first.

Stirring the soup in the container, my heart sank lower and lower. My soup was made of bare chicken bones; the juicy thighs and wings were probably sitting on Chad's plate.

"Someone mentioned you've been bringing food to my driver too when you visit me?"

Hearing that, a flash of panic crossed Clara's face.

"Oh, yeah. I heard he didn't have anyone taking care of him. Since I was cooking anyway, I figured I'd pack him a portion too."

Hearing her self-righteous excuse, I chuckled softly. "Anyone looking in might think he's the one you're marrying."

"How can you make a joke like that? Why would I ever marry a driver?"