Otto's face was full of concern. I was stunned by his reprimanding tone, feeling momentarily disoriented.

The pain where he gripped my wrist was sharp, but Otto still wouldn't let go, fearing that I might do something to upset his patient, just as I had done before.

4

"Otto!"

I took a deep breath, trying to make my tone sound less cold.

"This is Bali. While you're booking the flight, the police will rescue her.

"If you're really worried, we can cancel the honeymoon, and I'll go back to the hospital with you tomorrow."

This was the most reasonable suggestion I could think of, and the biggest compromise I could make.

But Otto let go of my hand, frowning with a dissatisfied expression.

"We can have the wedding anytime, but if I don't go back, Ivy will die."

I mocked myself inwardly.

How ridiculous.

Even a fake illness was more important than our wedding.

A year ago, when Otto and I met with both our parents, Ivy had an episode.

She grabbed the scissors from a nurse and held them to her neck, jumping around the ward.

The doctors were helpless and had to comply, calling Otto back.

Although his parents tried their best to explain and apologize, and my parents didn't hold a grudge, I became suspicious.

Since she became Otto's patient, every time we had a date, she would use various strange reasons to trick the kind doctor into returning to the hospital.

It was so coincidental that I hired a private detective and found out her depression diagnosis was fake.

I angrily presented the evidence to Ivy.

Otto was clearly shaken and was about to stop being her primary doctor when Ivy slit her wrists.

It happened in the hospital, so she naturally didn't die.

She even got a real psychiatric report as a bonus.

Ivy's extreme actions scared Otto, and he seemed to forget about her faking depression, showering her with kindness and concern.

I caught a glimpse of Ivy's triumphant smile and reasonably suspected she intentionally chose wrong answers on the test.

I tried to scold her awake, but Otto coldly kicked me out of the hospital.

That night, he came home and sincerely apologized, assuring me he only saw her as a patient and wouldn't develop any extra feelings.

5

I believed him, so I tolerated it.

But Otto's reaction today was a slap in my face.

If Ivy wanted to kill herself by jumping off a building, the police would have saved her. Did it really need a doctor to skip his own wedding and take an eight-hour flight back to console her?

"Alexa, try to understand, she's my first patient. I can't just ignore her."

Otto left a self-righteous remark and turned to leave.

I barely managed to grab his sleeve.

"Let's just finish the wedding first. It only takes five minutes to complete the process."

My heart was pounding like a drum, and I trembled, pleading humbly with a quivering voice.

"Alexa, that's enough!"

Otto's face was dark as he pried my hand away, each word stabbing into my heart.

"Even a spoiled princess should know her limits.

"You're just losing a wedding, but Ivy could lose her life."

After saying this, he gave me a disappointed look, swiftly took off his obstructive suit, and dashed towards the airport.

The guests were in an uproar, whispering, their eyes filled with pity for me.

Otto's parents, not understanding the situation, chased after him.

My dad, with a stern face, instructed his assistant to block the news.

My mom, heartbroken, came up to support me, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

The bouquet fell to the ground, and I looked down at the sparkling diamonds on my skirt.

I had sewn them on with so much joy, stitch by stitch.

My vision blurred, and I looked up at the sky.

How annoying! Even Bali had bad air.

6

Unsurprisingly, I ended up trending online: "Capital Circle's Young Lady Was Stood Up at the Altar" and "Davis Group Heiress Ditched by Fianc, Billionaire Wedding Becomes a Joke."

In my seafront house, I never took off my wedding dress, eyes glued to the screen.

My mother couldn't bear it any longer, choking back tears as she hesitantly spoke.

"Girl, it's been two days. At least eat something."

"Maybe Otto got busy at the hospital and forgot to reply to your messages."

My dad snorted, his tone filled with displeasure.

"Forgot? What could be more important than Alexa's wedding?

"I never liked that boy, who's always getting too close to a mental patient and manipulating my daughter! What kind of logic is that? Does he really think the Davis family is an easy target?"

I stayed silent, my hunger making me see spots.

Finally, the screen lit up. I hurriedly clicked it open, but when I saw the picture, my blood ran cold.

A front-facing photo of Otto was exposed on the trending list. He was smiling and holding Ivy's hand, heading to board the Ferris wheel.

"Shocking! Capital Circle's Runaway Groom Cheating, Publicly Holding Hands with Another Woman at an Amusement Park."

Thanks to the paparazzi, the 4K ultra-high-definition picture showed Otto's white phone conspicuously in his pocket.

Tears fell on the back of my hand, my heart aching to numbness.

Looking at the message on Line that said, "I'll wait for you to come back and continue the wedding," I cried and then laughed.

"Look, Alexa, you are a complete fool.

Otto doesn't love you. Your wedding, everything about you, can't compare to the weight of a patient in his heart."

Suddenly, I went mad, throwing my phone at the wall and starting to tear off my wedding dress.

My palm was cut by the diamonds, blood dripping onto the pure white gown, glaringly red.

My parents were frightened by my actions. My mother cried and held me tightly, gripping my hands.

"Honey, don't do this. You're scaring me."

My dad hurriedly called the front desk for a medical kit.

Overwhelmed with hatred, I broke free from my mother's grasp, stood up sharply, and tried to tear off the humiliating dress.

But I stood up too quickly, blacking out and fainting.