Husband Ran to His Ex-girlfriend and Died on the Way

Today was my wedding day.

To be exact, it was the day of my second wedding.

When the wedding was about to start, I was pulled away by Sara.

Her hair was messy. Her clothes looked like she hadn't changed in several days. She was glaring at me with a distorted face.

She looked different from how she was a few months ago.

I didn't know how she got here.

"I knew from the beginning that you were not a good woman.

"You are a bitch and know how to seduce men."

That was so mean. "Nonsense."

"Nonsense? We are so unlucky to have a daughter-in-law like you. You have already found a new husband before my son dead, right?"

She spoke angrily, grabbed my hand and was about to walk out.

"You can't get married while I'm here."

"I'm warning you. Let me go immediately, or I'll call security."

I tried to pull my hand out secretly, but I couldn't.

Sara looked thin, but she was strong.

"You're not leaving, right? Okay, if you don't leave, I won't get up today." She sat down on the ground.

Obviously, when her first plan failed, she resorted to rogue tactics.

If it were in the past, I might have been soft-hearted. After all, she had just lost her son and was in a bad mental state.

But now, I knew the family.

I told her directly.

"Okay. Nobody cares about you."

None of them wished me well.

At this moment, she wanted me to stop the wedding. No way.

"Do you agree or not? If you promise me, I'll get up."

Sara waited for a long time. When she saw that I had no intention of coaxing her, she lost her patience.

"You can sit for a while. I think you like that."

My words made Sara so angry that her face turned red. She got up from the ground, patted the dust on her body, and shouted.

"Is this how your parents taught you to talk to elders?"

I sneered, "Even elders can be good or bad. You don't deserve my respect."

Sara was not an easy person to deal with.

She had always looked down on me ever since I married to her son.

Sara thought I was not pretty, and my family was poor.

She didn't think I was good enough for Bob Sims.

She made things difficult for me in every way and often spoke ill of me in front of her son.

When my ex-husband, Bob, died, I was already several months pregnant.

Bob was Sara's only son.

It happened suddenly. And I had been looking forward to having a child for a long time.

I originally wanted to give birth to the child and raise him well.

And then I would take care of Sara until her death.

I'd rather never marry again.

But I was surprised that Sara would come to the funeral and say that I had cheated on my husband a long time ago.

She said I was acting like I was being noble.

No matter how I denied it, she refused to acknowledge the baby in my belly and humiliated me in public.

It was Bob who cheated on me, but I still wanted to preserved his dignity.

But Sara said I was a sinner.