NovelReadingChapter 1 Author: Dream Searcher They said marriage was the tomb of love. I thought it was great. I'd rather have a comfortable resting place than die without a grave, exposed to the elements.
After two months of meticulous sewing, I finally finished my bridal gown.
It dazzled brightly under the light. I imagined myself in it—a few days from now, walking down the aisle with the man I loved-and smiled.
I had been waiting for this day since I was 19. After six years, I was finally going to rest in this tomb of love at the age of 25.
My dream shattered overnight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCherry Birkin, my assistant, called and asked, "Tay-Tay! Mr. Kennedy cthis morning and took the bridal gown. He's bringing it home, right?" Still groggy, I replied, "He took my gown?" "Yeah. Um, do you know anything about that?" "I'll ask him about it now." My mind cleared slightly, but I still couldn't figure out his reason.
Our house was already filled with things for the event. There was no space for the gown, so I had planned to take it hthe day before the wedding.
Edward didn't pick up his phone. I was about to call again when he called first.
"Did you take the gown, Ed?” I asked straight away.
"I did." He sounded exhausted. His reply cout as a groan, and I felt a pang of worry.
"Are you alright? You sound under the weather," I said.
He was quiet for a few minutes before suddenly declaring, almost quietly, "Let's cancel our marriage." I was stunned. "What?! Why?!" "Maddie's been diagnosed with late-stage cancer. The doctor said she has only three months left to live," Edward replied.
For that brief moment, I thought God had finally paid attention. He was finally giving that woman her just deserts.
"What does that have to do with our wedding?" "Maddie's last wish. She wants to marrybefore she dies," Edward replied.
Before I could say a word, he added, “I know this isn't the most sensible request, but can you just let her achieve her dream for once? Show ssympathy to someone who's on her way out?" My jaw dropped. Was this skind of twisted joke? I scoffed. "Are you even hearing yourself, Edward Kennedy?" "I know what I said, Taylor. I have to fulfill her last wish. I have to marry her," he said firmly. "I know this isn't fair to you, so I'll give you 50% of my company's shares to compensate. Please consider this." My body went numb. "And if I refuse?" "Does it kill you to be a little more empathetic? She's your sister!" he snapped. “Just let her have her wish, once. Can't you?" What nonsense was that?! "Damn, should I be worried that you might die with her just to be buried with her?" I retorted mockingly.
"Taylor!" He gritted his teeth. Then, suddenly, he said, "I've brought the gown to the hospital. The two of you share the ssize, so it's a good fit." A familiar voice cried out in the background, "Eddy! Maddie's up!" "I'm coming!" he replied hurriedly. "Don't keepwaiting for your answer, Taylor." The call ended just like that.
I knew who that was-Cameron Thompson-my father's current wife and my stepmother. And of course, Maddie's mother.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI had no idea Edward had becher favorite.
I gripped my phone in resentment.
Maddie's mother had stolen my father away from my mother years ago, and now Cameron's daughter had stolen my fiancé. The irony wrote itself! More than ten years ago, my parents went through a divorce.
My father didn't even wait three months before marrying Cameron, who cwith a pair of fraternal twins.
They had always been his. I gained a stepbrother and stepsister, just two years younger than me. My father's infidelity had started early.
My mother was furious. She sued my father and demanded a reassessment of the division of his wealth.
I was certain she was trying to secure my birthright before that homewrecker could robblind.
My father was nothing short of cruel. He denied my mother's request and acquired my maternal grandparents' business, leaving her without financial support.
My grandfather, stricken by the shock, fell ill. His condition beccritical, and the family found itself in desperate times.
My mother sold our most prized possessions and anything that could be liquidated to fund his medical treatment, but he still died.
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