The Wedding Late By Three Years

Three years after I had made my girlfriend, Sophia Lambert, sleep with her superior, she finally went from being his lover to becoming his wife.

Meanwhile, I barely made it out alive after years of being undercover in a drug trafficking ring. My body was broken beyond repair, and I had returned home only to wait for death.

Sophia arrived with one of her arms wrapped around her husband’s during a charity visit for the poor.

When she saw me standing in line for relief aid, she let out a mocking laugh.

“Benjamin, how did you end up like this?”

I hunched my shoulders. I hid the First-Class Merit Medal for Narcotics Enforcement I had received not long ago.

After a long silence, I asked, “Are you happy now?”

She twirled the diamond ring on her finger in a lackadaisical manner.

“The wedding’s next week. What do you think?

“If you want, you can even become a groomsman. Orlando believes in diversity. His groomsmen comprises of different kinds of guys. He’s just missing someone disabled.”

I shook my head and turned down her offer. “No, I won’t be able to make it.”

The poison in my body had already spread to my heart. I only had a few days left.

Benjamin's POV

After I turned down Sophia Lambert’s offer, she went stiff almost imperceptibly.

Orlando Hulk wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her hair to comfort her.

“Babe, he’s probably busy. Another entrepreneur is coming next week to sponsor the program, and he’ll need to line up for that too.”

The people at the back of the line urged us to move along.

Orlando dropped a double portion of supplies into the satchel hanging across my chest. The extra weight pulled my body downward.

I took a steady breath. I fought back the urge to cough up blood as I struggled to keep my footing.

Even so, my upper body pitched forward, and I crashed to the ground.

The milk spilled everywhere.

I instinctively tried to push myself back up.

But the drug traffickers had crippled my hands using electric shocks during interrogations.

Sophia paused mid-stride.

Orlando crouched beside me and patted me on the back. I saw the humiliating sight of myself writhing helplessly on the ground from the reflection in his satisfied gaze.

“Sorry about that. The rules say one allotment per person. Since you spilled yours, there’s nothing we can do. Even though we know each other, I can’t make an exception for you.”

The people waiting behind us were unaware of the situation. They grumbled angrily at me for wasting food.

Just then, Wendy Zen finished her patrol and happened to witness the scene. She threw down her motorcycle and rushed over.

Her eyes turned red with anger as she confronted Sophia, who stayed rooted in place.

“How can you treat him like this? Do you have any idea what he has done for you?”

Wendy helped me up from the