Kidnapped on My Wedding Night

On my wedding night, Sean Boswell was with his first love when I suffered a miscarriage as my kidnappers tortured me.

I begged endlessly for him to save me, only for him to laugh, "You were just demanding a divorce in the morning, and now you're faking a kidnapping so that I'd come back? Is that the only thing you can do?"

Eventually, when I gave up and stopped clinging on being Mrs. Boswell, he chased me to the airport, pleading with a crack in his voice, "Just stay, Anna. Let's make things how it used to be."

My wedding was interrupted during the exchanging of rings by a phone call.

On the other end, Janet Singer was choking with tears, "Sean, it hurts so much… I don't know what to do anymore! I can't take it anymore! I just want everything to end…"

My fingers clenched on my own crinoline, watching as Sean Boswell's face turned pale instantly.

"Just calm down! I'll be right there, just wait for me…"

And with those words, he rushed off the stage, knocking the rings off the box in the priest's hands.

Both rings fell, rolling off to god-knows-where, leaving the crowd in shock.

"Sean—"

I promptly went up to grab Sean's arm, only for him to shake me off violently, knocking me to the floor.

There was a brief flicker of hesitation when he turned and saw that it was me, but he didn't stop, "Anna, let's put our wedding on hold. Janet's in trouble—I have to get to her…"

I watched as he strode off into the distance, my heart seized by an invisible hand, hurting me so much I suffocated.

"Sean!"

I screamed his name, my tears welling up in my eyes before I knew it. "We're done if you leave now! I'll never forgive you… I want a divorce!"

Sean paused and turned towards me, frowning, "Janet's depressed—this is serious, and not the time for your antics!"

I felt a rush of blood up my brain at his response.

Ever since Janet returned to this country, she was either sick or suicidal on days that mattered to us.

But Sean couldn't seem to tell, and would consistently leave me for Janet on every occasion.

Even now—on the day of our wedding, he wouldn't stay for my sake.

Meanwhile, the camera shutters of the journalists in the wedding hall were snapping audibly, while I seemed to hear the guests' murmurs right beside my ears.

The priest was left holding the empty box and staring at me awkwardly.

My mother-in-law glared at me coldly, blaming me for being unreasonable and demanding divorce so lightly, embarrassing her family.

My own mother pinched my arm forcefully, while flashing an apologetic smile at my in-laws.

My stepfather snorted coolly, scoffing at me for being an embarrassment before dragging my mother out of the wedding hall.

And having had their entertainment, the guests dispersed, not forgetting to shoot me sympathetic looks before they left.

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