At the wedding, my girlfriend went crazy and tried to save a psychopath.

The man said he didn't want to die a virgin, so my girlfriend had sex with him in our bridal suite.

She stayed with him for a month until he recovered and then proposed to me.

I said, "Who are you? Do you think I, the Billionaire heir in Beijing, would take back trash?"

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On the island of Bali, I was surrounded by flowers in an extravagantly lavish scene.

I was wearing a custom-made suit worth millions, my hands clenched into fists, awkwardly waiting for the bride, Sophie Mitchell.

Ten minutes ago, during the ring exchange, Sophie's phone rang.

A familiar male voice came from the other end of the phone,

"Sophie, the wind on the top floor is so strong, my chest feels so tight, I feel so oppressed, I want to jump down..."

Sophie's expression suddenly darkened. She left me and walked off the stage, anxiously pacing under the vow sign, patiently comforting the person on the other end of the phone.

I knew him, Lucas Kane, Su Jin's patient.

Sophie and I had been together since our junior year in college.

By chance, I met the belle of the medical school.

Sophie was incredibly beautiful, with bright and elegant features, wearing a red dress that was passionate yet not ostentatious, exuding a goddess-like aura.

She was more stunning than any celebrity I'd ever seen.

I fell for her and started pursuing her fervently.

As the billionaire heir in Beijing, I quit racing, clubbing, stopped going to bars to pick up girls, dismissed my playmates, cleaned up my act, and even started attending 8 a.m. classes.

For a whole year, I forced myself to become her ideal type and eventually got together with her.

And Lucas Kane, Sophie's junior, was the one who got rejected the worst among her many suitors.

He gave her flowers during her speech, she ignored him.

He gave her gifts on her birthday, she ignored him.

Sophie once showed me their chat history; Lucas always used the pretext of asking questions to flirt with her.

"Sophie~ I twisted my waist. I heard you're good at orthopedics, can you come take a look? It really hurts~"

He wore a revealing suit that exposed his chest and abs, even tying a pearl chain around his waist.

Lying on the bed, acting pitiful, his eyes red, filled with seductive allure.

Sophie rejected him countless times until after graduation, Lucas drugged her and climbed into her bed naked.

Sophie was furious, kicked him off the bed, and yelled,

"Even if all the men in the world died, I wouldn't look at you."

After that, Lucas disappeared for a while.

When he reappeared, it was at Sophie's hospital.

Holding a diagnosis of severe depression.

He became a patient of psychiatrist Sophie Mitchell.

My recollection was interrupted.

Sophie put away her phone and got back on stage.

The breeze in Bali was cool and refreshing, but Sophie's forehead was covered in sweat, her expression conflicted, wearing the million-dollar wedding dress I had custom-made for her, her body tightly tensed.

The guests at the wedding were all notable figures from Beijing, the scene was silent, all eyes on me.

I signaled the host to continue, but Sophie suddenly gestured to stop and placed the ring box on the tray.

"Jackie, I'm sorry, something urgent came up at the hospital, I need to go back."

She glanced at me apologetically, then added after a moment of silence,

"Anyway, we already have the marriage certificate, it doesn't matter if we skip the wedding ceremony..."

Sophie's voice was not loud but clearly reached my ears.

A dull pain spread in my chest as I looked up and met her distracted gaze.

"Did something happen to Lucas?"

Sophie, looking guilty, anxiously grabbed my hand.

"Lucas wants to jump off the building, the doctors and nurses can't persuade him, he says he only wants to see me..."

"I'll call the police for you. They'll save him."

I turned to grab my phone but was pulled back by Sophie.

"No! He's a psychiatric patient, he can't be stimulated."

Sophie's face was full of worry. I was stunned by her scolding tone and was momentarily dazed.

I felt the pain from her tight grip on my wrist, but Sophie didn't let go, fearing that I might do something to stimulate her patient again like before.

"Sophie!"

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

"We're in Bali, by the time you book a flight, the police will have saved him."

"If you're really worried, we can cancel our 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 Sophie released my hand, her brows furrowing in displeasure.

"The wedding can be held anytime, but if I don't go back, Lucas will die."

I laughed at myself inwardly.

How ridiculous.

A person faking illness was more important than our wedding.

A year ago, when our parents met, Lucas happened to have an episode.

He snatched the scissors from the nurse and held them to his neck, jumping around the ward.

The doctors were at a loss and had to obey him and call Sophie back.

Although her parents tried their best to explain and apologize that time, and my parents didn't take it to heart, I became suspicious.

Ever since he became Sophie's patient, he would use various strange reasons to trick the soft-hearted doctor back to the hospital during every date.

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

I was furious and confronted Lucas with the evidence.

Sophie was visibly shaken and was about to stop being his attending doctor when Lucas slit his wrist.

He's in the hospital, so naturally he won't die.

And conveniently got himself a real psychiatric report.

Lucas's extreme actions scared Sophie. She seemed to forget he had faked depression and began to care for him with great compassion.

Catching a glimpse of Lucas's smug smile, I reasonably suspected he deliberately chose wrong answers during the tests.

I tried to scold him but was coldly thrown out of the hospital by Sophie.

That night, she came home and sincerely apologized, promising me that she only saw him as a patient and wouldn't develop any feelings.

I believed her and tolerated it.

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

Lucas Kane wanting to jump off the building, the police would save him. Did it really need a doctor to cancel her wedding and fly back for eight hours to comfort him?

"Jackie, please understand, he's my first patient. I can't just sit back and do nothing."

Sophie dropped a righteous line and turned to leave.

I barely caught hold of her wedding dress.

"Let's just finish the wedding. It only takes five minutes, and then we're done."

My heart pounding like a drum, I pleaded in a trembling voice.

"Jackie, that's enough!"

Sophie's face darkened, she pried my hand away, each word stabbing into my heart.

"Even a young master's tantrum has its limits."

"You only lost a wedding, but Lucas might lose his life..."

After saying this, she gave me a disappointed look, swiftly took off her cumbersome wedding dress, changed into casual clothes, and rushed to the airport.

The guests were in an uproar, whispering among themselves, their eyes full of pity for me.

I stood there, dazed, like a clown being mocked.

Sophie's parents chased after her, confused.

My father, with a stern face, ordered his assistant to block the news.

My mother, heartbroken, came to support me, hesitating to speak.

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

These were sewn on by me, stitch by stitch, full of joy, through several sleepless nights.

My vision blurred as I looked up at the sky.

Damn it, why is there dust in Bali?