Chapter 4

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, fifteen days passed.

The wedding day arrived.

Many guests had gathered.

Both Irene's and my parents had passed away, so her relatives were the ones hosting the ceremony.

She pulled me to the entrance to greet the guests.

But everyone could see that Irene and Jason were dressed in matching wedding outfits, while I was only wearing a plain suit.

The guests gave me scornful looks yet still spoke their blessings.

"Congratulations, wishing you a lifetime of happiness and many children."

Before I could say a word, Jason walked right past me to thank them.

"Thank you, please come in."

The atmosphere froze. Irene turned to glare at him, silently mouthing words.

"Jason, I already agreed to have a wedding with you first. If you push your luck any further, get out now."

Jason quickly apologized, claiming he had made a mistake and wouldn't do it again.

But he cast a smug glance my way, flaunting how Irene was tolerating him.

I stayed silent.

Irene, worried I wasn't feeling well, asked someone to help me upstairs to rest.

I lay down for only a short while. The music changed to a more festive tune. The caregiver, who should have been by my side, had gone off to join the excitement.

I got up, walked to the window, and looked down at the grand wedding banquet below.

The venue was decorated beautifully, with flower girls scattering petals as the stunning bride walked down the aisle.

A helicopter hovered above, dropping a huge, eye-catching banner that made the crowd below scream in excitement.

The banner displayed Irene and Jason's wedding photo, with their names clearly written underneath.

The emcee didn't even take the microphone but simply pointed to a giant screen on the side.

Everyone turned to look, and the screen showed a slideshow of their sweet and happy photos together.

Once the photos ended, their wedding vows silently scrolled across the screen, and the ceremony continued.

Irene, with tears in her eyes, silently responded, "I do."

She extended her hand, and Jason slid the wedding ring onto her finger.

They exchanged a brief, light kiss.

The guests below erupted in applause, their faces all beaming with joy, though not a single sound came from them.

Even though I had expected this, I still couldn't help but clench my fists.

The woman who once claimed to love me the most married another man right in front of me.

When their wedding ceremony finally came to an end, Jason, still clearly enjoying himself, took the microphone and assumed the role of the host.

He spotted me watching from the window and, with a teasing smile, shouted loudly, "Please welcome the groom!"

At that moment, everyone suddenly looked up and realized that I had witnessed the entire scene.

Irene froze for a moment, her heart racing, but quickly remembered that I couldn't possibly see her.

She sighed in relief, then scolded, "Where did everyone go? How could they leave the groom standing by the window alone? It's dangerous! Go help him!"

The servants, who had been watching the show, immediately rushed over to me.

I stepped forward, feeling the breeze, spread my arms wide, and leaped from the top of the building, about 32 feet high. Just then, my head hit the ground with a sickening thud.