Camden had been invited to the wedding too.

He was seated at the very front while wearing his favorite suit. He watched as the woman who once only had eyes for him walked toward another man.

Camden's eyes turned from gloomy to despair as he tested the ring on his finger.

When no one was looking, he quietly removed our wedding ring.

That was when Lynn and his eyes met.

Boiling emotions seemed to be hidden in their eyes. They had so much to say to each other.

Camden burst out with a laugh. "Why are you crying on your wedding day, Miss Gardner?"

Lynn hugged Camden right in front of the groom. He must be feeling just as awkward as I did.

Why was their love so disgusting? They treated everyone else but them like clowns they could make fun of and laugh at.

Lynn quickly released him.

She looked at Camden and said, "You will always be my best friend."

Best friend. Two words from her were enough to put a distance between them.

Camden still could not tell her what was in his heart.

The wedding was grand but long.

When Lynn held the groom's hand and swore to be together forever and never be apart, Camden trembled with anger.

His hands clenched hard. His fingers were about to dig into his skin, and yet, he refused to relax his hands.

Our wedding photo was still set as his cell's background picture. He lowered his eyes to glance at his cell and saw my message for help.

He swiped the message away and ignored it.

That was about right. Anything I did would always be wrong in his eyes.

When Lynn's wedding ceremony was over, Camden drank glass after glass of red wine during the wedding dinner. Everyone tried to stop him from drinking any more.

"Stop drinking. You'll only make Lynn uncomfortable. No one knows what happened back then. Why not find a chance to talk to Lynn about it?"

"That's right. You have more than ten years' worth of relationship with Lynn. You even punished Peyton Lang for more than five years for Lynn's sake. How can she treat you this way?"

I was punished for five straight years.

Everyone knew that his love for me was actually a facade for torturing and punishing me. I was the only one who did not know this.

I watched as Camden lowered his head to hide his teary eyes while raising his glass to toast the newlyweds. I was a little happy to see him this way.

It had been five years. Nothing I did could trigger any emotion from him.

Yet, a small gesture of toasting was enough to break him down.

Camden called my number when he was leaving. Of course, no one picked up.

His minion, Quentin, scoffed. "Who is she to lose her temper and give you a hard time? We should teach her a lesson, Camden.“

Camden listened to him and booked a hotel room to spend the night. He blocked my number right away.

He grunted coldly. "Lynn and I wouldn't have ended up this way if it weren't for her. What right does she have to lose her temper? She comes begging for my forgiveness every time she does something like this. I'm the one who always has a hold over her."

If I had not thought I was the one who caused Lynn's death, I would never have given in to him. I never would have sacrificed my dignity and future on a man who did not love me.

There was a sneaky look on Quentin's face as he said to Camden, "Since you're having a bad day because of Peyton, let's play a trick on her. We're bored, anyway."

Even as a soul, I was still filled with disgust for Quentin.

My deepest memory in the past five years was Quentin tricking me into a bar by claiming that Camden was drunk there. I was almost violated.

When I told Camden about it, he said I was exaggerating, and that Quentin was just playing a joke on me.

Since then, Camden became closer to Quentin. Every time I saw Quentin at a gathering, he would always mention Lynn. Whenever he praised her, he would force me to have a drink.

"If not for our dear Dr. Lang's superb medical skills, our Lynn wouldn't have suffered such a horrible death…"

"Dr. Lang only took her place by Camden's side because Lynn died. Everyone is aware of that. Let's not expose Dr. Lang so blatantly in her face."

I was accused of intentionally causing Lynn's death.

All Camden did was judge me from his high horse.

Although I was proud of my medical skills, repeated challenges eroded my confidence and enjoyment in the field.

My retreat became my fear. Everyone was sure that I had killed Lynn.

All I got from five years of physical and mental torture was the greatest swindle in the world.

Camden gave Quentin an unfathomable smile when he heard Quentin's suggestion, and he called my number.

It rang for a long time, but no one picked up. Camden frowned.

Quentin fanned the flames at his side. "Peyton is getting too much. She's rejecting your calls now, Camden."

Since we got together, I have never hung up on Camden before. This time, Camden had lost his cool from anger.

He repeatedly called me, but his calls were disconnected each time. Camden finally canceled all my cards following Quentin's encouragement.

"That's right, Camden. She needs to learn her lesson."

"She has been relying on you all these years and using your money. She'll come crying to you after you cancel her cards."

Camden agreed as well.

After all, I had to pay a huge compensation to the Gardners after the surgical accident.

I used up all my savings to pay them. My reputation had been compromised since the surgery, and the hospital had to transfer me to another position. The most I earned in a month was four thousand.

There were still my house and car loans, which landed me in debt.

Camden had been surprisingly generous when he was torturing me. I spent my days shifting between good days and bad days.

If I did not die, canceling my cards would push me to the edge.

I would even cry while begging for his forgiveness.

Camden had imagined millions of possibilities, but my death never crossed his mind.

Moreover, there was only one villa in our residential area. No one would discover I was dead.

Now that I think about it, what a sad life I led.

Camden went clubbing with Quentin and the rest of his friends. They headed to the place I hated the most.

Young women surrounded him in the private room. He felt annoyed by them and unblocked my number. He started checking my social media.

It was the first time he had seen it.

There was only one post in the past three days.

It was a photo I took of the side of his face.

He glanced at it and decided to show me mercy by sending me a message. He asked where I was and to come over to pick him up.

After that, he sent his location to me.

Such situations have happened quite often in the past. Camden would get dead drunk in the middle of the night. His arms would be around another woman at the entrance as they hugged each other intimately. He would get me to drive after that and pick him up.

While in the car, Camden would tell how good the woman was at cheering him up.

When my eyes turned red from his story, he would suddenly scoff and blame me for picking him up too late.

Quentin laughed when he saw the message Camden sent me.

"Aren't you something, Camden? You came clubbing but still managed to convince the high and mighty Dr. Lang to come pick you up. I wonder if she'll cry her eyes out when she arrives?"

"Let's see how long it would take for her to get here. I remember how she took less than half an hour to get to a location dozens of miles away. She even ran the red lights! Let's see how she does this time."

Everyone began betting on how long it would take for me to arrive.

Camden said confidently, "Less than thirty minutes."

Everyone roared with laughter.

Thirty minutes later, there was only silence.

He messaged me furiously and even called me.

"Why aren't you here yet? Are you looking for trouble?"

"Are you losing your temper by not returning my messages? Do you have any right to be angry? You should know your place, Peyton. You're worth nothing!"

"You were the one who misdiagnosed Lynn and caused her death. You owe me!"

"Lynn could live because her family managed to get a doctor overseas to revive her. She didn't pretend to die just to mess with your life."

Camden was hesitant when he typed out the messages.

Any normal person could tell if the Gardners' explanation was true or false.

However, Camden chose to believe them.

He was even using their explanation to be mean to me.

Camden waited for a long time. He waited for me to break down. He waited for me to come and pick him up.

However, I did not show up even after the club closed for the night.

He drank a bottle of red wine.

That was when his cell buzzed.

Camden quickly picked up his cell.

Quentin waited by his side.

When he clicked on the message, he found that it was from Lynn.

"Did you drink too much? Do you need me to pick you up?"

I could see the astonishment in his eyes. After that, his astonishment turned to delight.

He responded to her promptly.

After that, Camden sent me another message to tell me not to come over anymore. Lynn would be picking him up.

Lynn arrived very soon. She drove a red sports car and was still wearing her gown from her wedding toast.

Everyone got rowdy when she arrived.

"How can the bride see her ex-boyfriend on her wedding night? Are you still in love with Camden?"

"You drove here to pick Camden up. I'm so jealous. I don't have anyone to pick me up."

Lynn looked around and asked questioningly, "Why isn't Peyton here?"

Camden got mad at the mention of my name. He said, "Does she have the right to be here? Is she even worthy of meeting you?"

Lynn's eyes turned a little red from listening to him. She choked back a sob and said, "Don't be like this. I know you married each other, which means our relationship is the past. Her medical skills might not be great, but it was a misunderstanding that led to my 'death'. I didn't really die. Fortunately, my mom couldn't bear to see me cremated. Otherwise, I would have been really dead."

She said this with great sincerity.

Lynn even leaned against Camden while crying.

She continued, "I wanted to explain to Dr. Lang about what happened. I don't want her to think that my family played this trick on her on purpose and caused her life to be messed up this way. I really didn't…”

Not on purpose?

After Lynn's death was confirmed while lying on my surgery table, the Gardners had stopped me from getting anywhere near her.

Her corpse was taken away immediately.

I was led away to be investigated.

From my point of view, there was no way this was not done on purpose.

It was not my surgery to perform, but it was forced onto me for the only reason that the other doctors had high-level influences, while I had no influential person to back me up. The Gardners were able to do whatever they wanted. They used a doctor's future in exchange for their daughter's freedom. They could even avoid offending the Prices.

How great it was for them.

Camden was a smart person, yet he hugged Lynn after her explanation.

He accepted every word she said.

"I know. You would never leave me behind. I know that."

Lynn drove off with him after that.

I was forced to follow them.

She quickly arrived at a hotel owned by the Gardners.

Lynn walked Camden in, and they had another round of drinking. Camden was already drunk from before and fell right onto the bed. He cried while calling out a name.

She gently took off his suit. I thought something was about to happen between them.

I did not expect Lynn to leave right after helping him with his clothes.

The next day, Camden was still sleeping when Lynn went over. Lynn said to her husband in annoyance, "I faked my death because I wanted to avoid this man. I was afraid of offending the Prices. Who knew he would still remember all this time, and even marry that doctor?

"That doctor must know something about me faking my death. If she exposes me, it would be the end of me and my family. After all, we used every connection at a higher level to fake my death successfully…"

Her husband smiled while she was speaking. He said, "It's fine, Honey. I know that. I don't blame you for anything you do."

He left after that. Lynn slowly took off her clothes and changed into her nightgown. She flung a few used condoms into the garbage can and lay down next to Camden.

I was trembling with anger from her words. That was when I saw Camden's eyes open slightly. There was a shock in his eyes. He was not asleep.

Camden pushed Lynn, who was pretending to sleep, away from him.

"What are you doing, Camden? You don't need to blame yourself. I wanted to sleep with you last night."

Camden looked coldly at her. "You faked your death to run away from our marriage. Peyton didn't kill you on the surgery table. You and your family framed her."

"It's nothing like that, Camden. What are you talking about? Why would I frame Dr. Lang? Didn't I explain everything to you? Please believe me."

Camden seemed to break down as he said, "I wasn't asleep just now. I heard everything. How am I supposed to believe you?!"

He grabbed his clothes and put them on in a hurry.

Camden kept calling me while walking out the door, however, it was no surprise that no one picked up those calls.

When the last call was hung up, he received a call from the police station.

"Hello, are you Peyton Lang's husband, Camden Price?”

"Your wife was found dead at home. Please make a trip to the police station to identify her. We also need you to assist with our investigation."