Rewriting the Vow

On the day of my wedding, I immediately recognized that the masked man before me, Wyatt Sterling, was an impostor.

I said nothing. I smiled and went through with the ceremony.

This was because, in my previous life, I had exposed the fake groom publicly, forcing Wyatt to return and marry me against his will.

That very night, his childhood sweetheart and cousin swallowed gold and took her own life.

When Wyatt heard the news, he showed no grief. He cursed her for dying.

After our marriage, he treated me with devotion, or so it seemed. I poured money from my family into the failing Sterling family, helping him rise bit by bit.

However, on the day I was seven months pregnant, he personally had me dragged to the top of Astraeus Tower, the tallest building in the capital.

There was no warmth left in his gaze.

"If you hadn't forced me to come back to that wedding, Becky wouldn't have died.

"Anna, why should you get to live in peace and happiness? I want you to feel the same despair she felt when she died."

Then he pushed me.

From that towering height, I fell. My body shattered on impact. Two lives were lost.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back there on my wedding day.

This time, I pretended not to know and married the impostor.

I wanted to see, without the Larson family's wealth behind him, how he planned to save a house already on the brink of collapse.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today…"

The host's clear, steady voice echoed through the grand ballroom, blending with the soft melodic music. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, casting warm light across rows of elegantly dressed guests.

Clusters of people stood around, whispering among themselves, their eyes full of admiration as they looked toward the stage.

Everyone knew how deeply Wyatt Sterling loved me, Anna Larson.

Even though he claimed he could not show his face due to a sudden allergic reaction, he still insisted on going through with the ceremony. He wore a mask just to make sure that this important day would not be ruined.

After all, I was the only daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the South.

"If anyone has any objections, speak now, or—"

"Wait." My voice cut cleanly through the room.

The man standing across from me stiffened.

Even with the mask covering his face, I could feel his panic. His gaze flickered, and a thin sheen of sweat formed at his temples.

Through my veil, I watched his hands tremble slightly.

I could not help but smile.

"Wyatt… your hands are shaking. Is your old problem acting up again?"

He cleared his throat. His voice sounded weak. "Y-Yeah… I just need a moment. I'm not feeling great."

Ignoring the confused looks from the guests, I turned to the host.

"Give us a minute."

Then I reached out, took the groom's hand, and led him off the stage