"Why is it this cheap piece of junk? I don't want it!"

Jude coaxed her lazily.

"If you don't like it, just tear it up and throw it in the trash. I'll have my assistant order you whatever you want later."

Then he looked at me.

But I didn't say a word.

Eyes red, I picked up the scissors and cut the wedding dress to shreds, then dropped it, along with the ring, into the trash like garbage.

I lifted my head, looked him straight in the eye, and asked, "Are you satisfied now?"

Jude's face went livid in an instant, his chest heaving, but he couldn't get a single word out.

Bridget took a jade bracelet out of the box and said with a smile,

"Is this a gift for me too?"

My expression changed all at once, and I stared at Jude in disbelief.

"You gave her my mother's bracelet as a gift? You know perfectly well this is the last thing my mother left me!"

Jude looked at the bracelet, his brows knitting tight.

"How did this end up here…"

I ignored him and rushed straight over to grab it back from Bridget's hand.

Bridget startled, her grip loosened, and the bracelet hit the floor and shattered into pieces on the spot.

Her face went white. "I didn't do it on purpose. You came at me so suddenly, I couldn't hold it."

Only then did Jude snap back to himself. He stepped in front of her at once, frowning at me.

"It's just a bracelet. It broke, so I'll pay you back for it. Isn't that enough?"

I roared through my tears.

"It's my mother's keepsake!"

"Jude, I've already backed down this far, and you people still treat me like this!"

"You told me to be her assistant, and I came. You told me to hold up her train and pour her tea, and I put up with it."

"You took my wedding dress and my wedding ring and gave them to her, and when she said one word about not liking them, you destroyed them. I did that too!"

"Why? Why do you have to drag out the only thing my mother left me and let her ruin it too?"

Jude's expression shifted slightly, and he instinctively raised a hand to wipe the tears from my face.

I threw his hand off, snatched the dinner knife from the edge of the table, pointed it at them, and screamed,

"Jude! I've had enough! Today Bridget is going to kneel and apologize to my mother's keepsake! Otherwise I'll make sure this wedding never happens! Push me too far and I'll drag you both to hell with me!"

Bridget's face was ashen. She clutched her belly and bent over. "Jude, my stomach hurts so much."

Jude hurried to hold her up, his eyes full of conflict as he looked at me.

"Alma! Calm down! You're still pregnant! Bridge didn't mean to…"

"Shut your mouth!"

I shrieked hysterically and lunged at them with the knife raised.

Jude quickly ordered the bodyguards at the door,

"Take Mrs. Gilbert back now. She is not to leave until the wedding is over."

I struggled with everything I had, loud enough for everyone outside to hear.

"Jude, you bastard! I hate you!"

The bodyguards dragged me out of the dressing room, took me all the way back to the villa, and finally threw me into the bedroom and locked the door from the outside.

The moment the footsteps outside faded away, the grief vanished from my face.

Unhurried, I wiped away the tears and sent a message to my future self.

【Done. This wedding has nothing to do with me anymore.】

【Good.】

My future self replied with a sneer.

【To rake in more money, Bridget handed the wedding over to her parents to arrange. And to save money, her parents bought cheap bulk whiskey online, poured it into champagne bottles, and served it straight at the wedding.】

【After Jude and Bridget finished the champagne tower, they insisted on doing the couple's toast. One cup down and they foamed at the mouth right there. Dead before they even reached the hospital. Honestly, it's hilarious.】

【To dodge the death penalty, Bridget came crying to me, begging me to sign a statement of forgiveness. She burned through every cent Jude had given her over the years, and sold off the house back home on top of it.】

【Pity our dead-beat husband died so soon. If he'd known his own beloved mistress was the one who poisoned him, he'd have chewed his own guts out with regret.】

I read through the messages, and the pressure I'd been holding down finally eased.

I fished my mother's bracelet out from under the pillow and held it tight against me.

The bracelet that had shattered was a cheap glass knockoff I'd bought myself.

I'd broken it on purpose and glued it back together, so that the lightest touch would make it crack apart again.

I'd counted on him taking Bridget's side, no matter what.

So I used that. I stepped perfectly clear of that wedding, and made sure Jude's death would never trace back to me in any way.

Locked in that room, my phone never stopped lighting up.

Our mutual friends kept forwarding me stories of how lavishly Jude was throwing money at Bridget's wedding.

Because there was a "rose" tucked into Bridget's name, Jude had the freshest Milanese roses flown in to fill the entire venue.

He was even planning to make up for the fact that Bridget could never be his official wife.

At the wedding he intended to change the company name that stood for the two of us into "Love Bridge."

The sneering, the pity, the nosy gossip, I ignored all of it.

Bridget sent me plenty of messages to show off.

Either it was Jude sitting with her through the prenatal sessions,

or Jude resting his head against her belly, listening to the baby's heartbeat with his eyes gone soft.

"Such a shame. If you'd kept your head that day you went hunting for us in bed, maybe you wouldn't have lost the baby, and you could be enjoying all this too."

I didn't reply.

On the wedding day, a text from Jude came through to my phone.

"This is just to soothe Bridget for now. She is carrying my child, after all. From now on she and the child won't intrude on our life, and you and I will live well together."

"That bracelet, I really didn't put it there. I had my assistant order you a new Cartier bracelet. Wait for me to come back and make it up to you."

I deleted the messages, then opened the wedding livestream.

On screen, Jude stood in a custom-tailored suit, smiling as he took Bridget's hand and poured the champagne tower with her.

The host asked them to do the couple's toast.

Jude lifted his glass and looked at Bridget.

"Bridget, these years have been hard on you. From now on I'll make it right for you and the child."

Bridget leaned into him, eyes red, and raised her glass to his lips.

Jude tipped his head back and drank it down.

The next second his face changed, the glass crashed to the floor,

and he staggered backward and heaved up a huge mouthful of blood.