After My Wedding Disaster, My Life Fell Into Darkness

I had been secretly married to Isaac for three years. When I was eight months pregnant, he said he would give me an unforgettable wedding. I held my belly and stood on the stage with full expectation, but it was his assistant who walked towards me.

She threw the bright red marriage certificate in my face in public and cursed at me, "Suzy, you shameless mistress, do you think you can get promoted by having a bastard? Dream on!"

"Aren't your parents known as the guardians of marriage? How did they teach their daughter to be such a cheap mistress?" she exclaimed.

Isaac stood behind her and his cold eyes made me feel like I was falling into hell...

Later, I understood. He chose to get the marriage certificate with his assistant the day before our wedding in order to avenge his dead childhood sweetheart and her daughter.

That night, my mother died of a heart attack due to the online violence and my father fell from the building and died immediately.

He personally reported that all my papers were plagiarized and I was deprived of my postgraduate status and university degree. It was no surprise that I became a mistress that everyone despised and my premature child became a bastard...

I met Isaac again five years later. He said, He wanted to give me and my child a home.

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"Suzy?"

The voice that had dragged me back to nightmares in countless late nights made me stiff. I turned my head and met Isaac's shocked eyes. His appearance in a suit and tie perfectly overlapped with the indifferent groom in my memory.

In the past five years, I have imagined countless reunion scenes, but I didn't expect it to be in such a place and in such an identity. I thought I would hate him to death if we met again, but there was no fluctuation in my heart.

"Excuse me." I turned sideways and tried to pass by him, but he stopped me with his hand.

The teasing in the club's private room broke the silence of looking at each other.

"So what if I couldn't pluck Jemima, the most beautiful woman in my generation? Even if she is as noble as a saint, the precious daughter she raised carefully can only kneel on the ground like a dog and beg for my love."

"You are awesome, Mr. Ross. I heard that Jemima was angered to death by her lowly daughter. If you hadn't raised her, I don't know where she would be standing on the street now!"

Jemima was my mother. The one who started to brag was my sponsor Mike Ross, who was also my mother's former ardent pursuer. The most worthy thing in his life was that the daughter of the former goddess had fallen into his little lover.

I pretended not to hear the smugness in Mike's tone and put my hand on the door handle to go in. But Isaac pulled me behind him and suddenly opened the door.

"Who are you talking about? Why are you so happy?" he greeted as he walked in.

Everyone didn't see me behind him and they were stunned for a moment and then returned to the lively mood.

Mike stood up shakily, his face full of sarcasm, "Mr. Giordano is also interested in my little lover? Then let everyone open their eyes."

He continued, "She is very cheap. She only costs $20000 a year and I can pick her 365 days a year. I can also guarantee that she is different every day. It is not an exaggeration to say that she has a succubus body."

There was laughter everywhere and everyone praised Mike for being strong and good at training.

Seeing that the topic was about to change color, I broke free from Isaac's shackles, smiled and walked from behind him to Mike and skillfully supported him.

"Didn't the doctor tell you to drink less?" I confronted him.

The private room suddenly became quiet. A dozen eyes were shining on me like searchlights and Isaac's was the most scorching.

Mike sobered up a little and realized that I heard everything he said just now. But he had no guilt at all and even pinched my chest a few times in public.

"You dare to control me for being late?" he asked.

He turned to everyone and going to announce proudly.