My husband and I got married today, but my two childhood sweethearts who once swore they would put me on their family registry have no idea. Instead, they were busy fussing over the girl who was supposedly "saving my life."

To cheer her up, they even bought her an adorable Ragdoll cat as a thank-you gift. They had totally forgotten that I was severely allergic to cat fur.

As a result, when I returned home after just being discharged from hospital, I went into allergic shock and had to be admitted into hospital again.

They also did not believe me when I told them that the girl had orchestrated the whole "life-saving incident".

The moment I regained consciousness in the emergency room, I immediately called my uncle to arrange my marriage.

After all, after my parents passed away, my uncle had arranged a good marriage for me.

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As soon as he heard my consent to get married, he immediately began the fastest marriage arrangement he could possibly do. He did that because he was afraid I would become muddleheaded again and waste my time being torn between those two childhood sweethearts.

He advised, "Joy McKenzie, didn't I tell you before that your two childhood sweethearts barely good enough to be your friends. As a man I know for sure that they don't have the quality to be good husbands! A man always knows another man's flaws better, but you refuse to believe me."

Then he told me, "We get your wedding license first and seven days from now, you will have your wedding party!"

In the past, I always thought my uncle, being a man, could never understand a girl's feelings.

After all, you alone knew if the shoes fit. However, before I even put them on, those shoes had already hurt me countless times.

"Uncle, send me his info. I'll schedule the registration now," I told him.

Marriage was a decision between two people, so I had to take charge of something.

As so happened, when I was about to set the appointment, Tom Weston and Jeff Lawrence heard my words and barged into the hospital room.

They immediately asked me in unison, "What appointment are you talking about? What kind of register are you going to apply?"

I saw no reason to hide it from them, so I answered honestly, "I'm getting married."

The two of them exchanged glances. When they realized neither of them was my groom, they both let out a relieved laugh, "You're making a joke, right?"

I did not pay any attention to them and continued booking my appointment on my phone.

Out of curiosity, they leaned over, as they usually did, to take a look. However, before they could take a good look, Tom's cell phone rang. The sound was mimicking a cat's meow, a ringtone that he had especially set for Lizbeth Collins.

"Tom. I think there's someone in my house! I always triple-lock the door when I leave, but now it opens with just one twist!" Lizbeth said in a panic.

Without a word, Tom jumped up and he and Jeff rushed out together.

While at it, Tom said, "Lizbeth, don't go inside. Wait for us at the usual spot!"

I listened to his panicked voice and the hurried footsteps as they faded down the hallway.

They had not even known each other for a month and they already had a "usual spot" just for the three of them.

I smirked and confirmed the earliest possible date for the marriage registration.

The day I was discharged from the hospital, Tom and Jeff finally showed their face again.

The two of them were on the rush. They constantly urged me to speed up my pace so I kindly told them if they had something more urgent, they were welcome to leave first.

Jeff grumbled at Tom with a gloomy face, "Didn't I tell you to split up? Now Lizbeth is waiting for us and if anything happens to her, you'll regret it!"

Tom shot back at Jeff, his eyes full of anger, "Do you think I want to be here?"

Back then, they would have fought over who got to pick me up from the hospital. Now, I was nothing but a burden to them.

I smiled and hailed a taxi from the street. Seeing this, they pulled me out of the taxi with annoyed faces.

"Joy, what do you think you're doing, huh? Lizbeth had organized a surprise party for you to celebrate your discharge from the hospital, they said.

Without giving me a chance to refuse, they dragged me into their car.

As soon as they closed the door, they immediately dialed Lizbeth's number and chatted animatedly with her the whole ride. I felt I had become invisible so I closed my eyes to rest.

Only when we reached the bar did I realize the so-called surprise for me was actually a birthday celebration for Lizbeth.

With hands filled with beautiful wrapped gifts, Tom and Jeff hurried over toward her. Those were the same presents they had chosen for my birthday this year.

Seeing that the gifts had a new owner and I had no interest in playing as supporting role, I turned around to leave.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a cat lunged at me.

Without a second thought, I kicked it away, sending it flying with a yowl.

Lizbeth, who was still wearing a party hat, stormed up to me.

"Joy, if you have a problem with me, just come at me directly! Why did you have to take it out on poor Lily?" asked Lizbeth.

Meanwhile, the cat that was cradled in Lizbeth's arms, let out a pitiful whimper, as if it had been terribly wronged.

Without any pause, Tom and Jeff immediately scolded me, "Joy! We know that you're allergic to cat fur, but it doesn't give you any right to take it to Lily and Lizbeth!"

As he said that, Tom dumped an entire blister pack of allergy medicine into my hands.

"Maybe you should reflect on why you’re the only one who is so sensitive to cats. I don’t believe you’ll still have an allergy if you take this whole pack!"

Did he actually expect me to swallow all those pills? I wondered.

I quickly grabbed just one and forced it down. I told them, "One is enough."

Hearing my words, made Tom and Jeff became even more displeased.

"Lizbeth is right. How can you be severely allergic to cat fur? Looks like your whole hospital stay was just an act!"

His words made the bitterness of the dissolving medicine linger in my throat.

There was a time when if a stray cat wandered within five meters of me, they would be on high alert and treat it like a dire threat. Yet, now, my allergy had become my original sin.

First, they let that cat roam freely in my room, causing me to go into anaphylactic shock. Later, they accused me of faking my symptoms just to get hospitalized.

Now, after the cat almost attacked me, I was the one being labeled as fragile by them.

Lizbeth was crying her heart out beside us, looking at a loss.

"I don’t know what I did wrong, but if I made you upset, it’s my fault. I’m sorry! Will you please stay and celebrate my birthday with me, please …." she pleaded.

As she said that, her tears were flowing nonstop with practice precision.

Tom was so heartbroken seeing her like this that he immediately went to wipe her tears, while Jeff couldn't help but drag me aside to reprimand me, "You’ve taken the allergy medicine, right? So even if you kiss the cat, it won’t kill you!"

With that, he rushed back to join Tom and comforted Lizbeth, "Don't cry, Lizbeth. Let me apologize on Joy's behalf. She has been spoiled rotten since she was a child. So, don’t take her seriously."

In their effort to appease Lizbeth, they eagerly listed every flaws that I had.

Right on cue, Lizbeth’s tears turned into a smile. Then when she glanced at me, her eyes were full of smugness and challenge.

At that time, I realized how little I mattered to them.

As the music started, the two of them rushed to ask Lizbeth's hand to dance.

She chose Tom and left Jeff sulking there. Then Jeff turned toward me in frustration and extended his hand to me to ask me to dance.

I rubbed the itchy rash that was spreading across my skin and shook my head.

It seemed my refusal did not make Jeff upset. Instead, he sat beside me while downing drink after drink as his eyes glued to the couple swaying together on the dance floor.

"Joy, do you think Lizbeth likes Tom?" he asked. There was disappointment and jealousy that I could clearly hear in his tone.

It was obvious to everyone that Lizbeth preferred Tom over him.

My silence pushed Jeff to rise to his feet.

As soon as the song ended, he stormed back onto the dance floor to pull Lizbeth away. I didn’t feel like watching the drama of two men fighting over one woman, so I took my leave.

Suddenly, amid the crowd’s gasps, Lizbeth found me and forcibly dragged me back to the dance floor.

"Joy, please talk to Tom and Jeff! They’re fighting over me again and I just can’t stop them!" Although she pleaded me, it could not conceal the bragging in her voice.

I refused her outright, "If you can’t stop them, why do you think I will be able to do it?"

However, the crowd gasped again. This time, Tom had taken a punch and blood was streaming from his nose.

This finally snapped Lizbeth from her acting and made her panic. She yanked me with all her strength, nearly dragging me to the middle of their brawl.

The reason for their fighting was that Lizbeth's neighborhood was not the safest, so they were arguing about whose house she should stay in.

Jeff believed that since Tom had already gotten the first dance, it was his turn to have her stay over at his house.

I had no desire to break up their fight and it was a pathetic sight to watch. Yet, surprisingly, their heated argument turned toward me.

With tears in her eyes, Lizbeth asked me, "Can I stay in your house? What I mean is since you're allergic to cats, you probably haven't had time to tidy up anyway, why don't you let me stay here?”

Just then, Tom and Jeff who were fighting harshly, stopped their fight and looked at me in unison.

"You know, Lizbeth has a point. Would you mind staying in a hotel for a few days, Joy? We’ll cover all the costs.”

I considered it for a moment before suggesting, “Why don’t I just sell the house to Lizbeth instead?”

It seemed Tom and Jeff thought I did not want to let Lizbeth stay. They were immediately gaslighting me by reminding me of how she had once saved my life.

The onlookers who didn’t know the full story joined in. They encouraged me to pay the favor.

To pressure me into agreeing, both men handed me three hundred thousand dollars in front of the crowd. "It’s only for a few days. Consider this money a rental fee, okay?”

At this point, it seemed inappropriate for me to refuse. "Fine!"

The three of them immediately cheered, high-fiving each other as if the previous arguments had never happened.

No longer looking at the three who continued to dance passionately, I went home to pack my bags.

On my way back, Lizbeth sent me a message, "Joy, I think that amount of money should be enough to buy your house, right? Why don’t you just sell me the house?”

What she suggested was exactly what I wanted. I had no plans to return after getting married in Ansel City, so I needed to get rid of the house anyway.

Lizbeth was delighted when I agreed and pleaded with me not to tell Tom and Jeff just yet. Of course, I was more than happy to comply.

Looking around the house, I realized that aside from my parents’ belongings, there wasn’t much I needed to take.

The next day, when Tom and Jeff Jun brought Lizbeth back, the junk removal service I hired had already cleared out everything I did not want. They did not look too happy seeing the nearly empty house. "Joy, we only asked you to lend your home for a few days. Do you really have to make it look like you're guarding against a thief?"

“You’re overthinking it. I just cleared out the things I don’t need, making space for Lizbeth,” I replied calmly.

My explanation seemed to appease them, at least a little. “Well, fine. We’ll help you replace the furniture later.”

Lizbeth, who had been watching me nervously, finally relaxed when I agreed without saying more.

I smiled and agreed with the two of them, then pushed my suitcase toward the door.

They insisted on seeing me downstairs and I couldn’t refuse, so I let them.

Just as I was about to step into the elevator, the fire alarm blared through the entire building. The next second, the power went out.

Tom and Jeff immediately rushed to shield Lizbeth and guided her down the emergency stairs.

Smelling smoke, I grabbed my suitcase and made my way to the emergency exit in a hurry.

The bulky suitcase made it hard to navigate and I almost lost my balance on the stairs when someone bumped into me. Thankfully, a hand caught me and I fell into a warm embrace.

“Watch your step. Are you okay?”

The man’s deep, magnetic voice brushed past my ear, making my face flush red. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held me securely, shielding me from the jostling crowd.

We finally reached safety and he released me. My face burned as I thanked him.

He looked at me intently, "You don't have to be so formal toward me. After all, we're practically family!"

Startled, I looked up and found myself staring into his dark, obsidian-like eyes.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Keith Adam," he added.

My heart skipped a beat. So, he was the man my uncle had chosen for me to marry.

However, hadn’t my uncle said that Keith would not be back until tomorrow, the same day we were supposed to get our marriage license?

Seeing my confusion, he smiled and said, “When I heard you agreed to marry me, I wrapped up my work early and rushed back. I couldn’t wait any longer to meet you.”

His voice, as deep and rich as a cello, paired with that gentle, indulgent smile, set off a spark in my mind.

My eyes traveled all over his body several times and the more I looked at him, the faster my heart raced.

Dammit, Uncle! Why didn't you show me his photo earlier? This man was everything that I've ever dreamt of!