The night before my wedding, I walked in on my fiancé entangled with his savior's younger sister. The woman was wrapped in my wedding blanket, a lingering look of passion still in her eyes. I threw the pregnancy test result in his face and asked, "Do you still want this child?" He smoked half the night. At dawn, stubbing out his cigarette, he said, "I have a duty to her, but I love you." Hearing that, I put on my wedding dress, deciding to give him one last chance. However, what I got was, "Sorry, Ms. Southwell. Mr. Vogt says the wedding is cancelled. Ms. Woods has suffered a heart attack and is undergoing emergency resuscitation." My bouquet dropped to the ground, my dignity shattered. I ran outside just in time to see his car speeding away. On the phone, my voice verged on collapse, "Julian! If you dare to go to her today, I'll be at the hospital tomorrow. You'll lose your child!" He was silent for a moment, and then hung up. Only the dial tone remained in my ear. I stood at the hotel entrance, still in my wedding dress. The guests around me whispered as they stared. The host froze on stage, unsure what to say. Julian's mother, Lydia Finch, hurried over and grasped my hand. "Sophia, go inside first. Don't let them see it." I looked at her and said softly, "The wedding is off." "Nonsense!" She said in a low voice, "Julian just had a momentary lapse of judgment. Vivian's situation is critical. He couldn't ignore her." "So he could ignore me?" "You're going to be his wife. Don't make a scene." I laughed, pulling my hand from hers. "I'm done being his wife!" After gathering the hem of my dress, I walked toward the backstage. Lydia shouted after me, "Sophia! Leave today, and forget being a Vogt ever again!" I didn't look back. In the dressing room, I took off the wedding dress and changed into my own clothes. The makeup artist carefully removed all hair accessories. "Ms. Southwell, your makeup…" "Leave it." I picked up my bag and left. Outside the hotel, the sky was overcast. I hailed a taxi. "Trinity Hospital, please." My phone vibrated in my bag. It was Julian's assistant, Daniel Bright. I didn't answer. I knew what he would say. "Mr. Vogt is handling an emergency. Mr. Vogt didn't mean it. Mr. Vogt will explain to you later." Such words sounded in my mind. I'd heard excuses like this for ten years. Vivian had been Julian's responsibility ever since her brother, Leonard Woods, died saving him five years ago. This responsibility had weighed on Julian for five years. I used to think it was right for him to take care of Vivian. Today, I realized just how far he'd let that responsibility go. The taxi stopped at the hospital entrance. I paid and walked into the emergency building. Julian was sitting on the long bench outside the emergency room. Head down, elbows propped on his knees, hands dug into his hair, he sat there with his suit jacket tossed carelessly to one side. I walked over. Hearing my footsteps, he looked up and stood up when he saw me. His eyes were bloodshot. "Sophia, why are you here? I'm sorry. Today..." "How is she?" I interrupted him and looked at the closed door of the emergency room. "The doctor said it was acute heart failure. They're still trying to stabilize her. She's in critical condition." "I see." I nodded and then turned to leave. Julian grabbed my arm. "Sophia, please don't be like this. Leonard died because of me. I can't abandon Vivian. She has no family in this world." I shook off his hand. "Julian, I'm not doing anything. I just feel our wedding doesn't seem as important as a girl you've known for five years." "No! Sophia, you're the most important to me! But she's dying!" "The doctor didn't say she's dying," I said calmly. His lips moved, but no words came out. Just then, the emergency room door opened. A doctor came out. "Family of Vivian?" Julian immediately stepped forward. "I am." "The patient's heart rate spiked due to excitement. It's stable now, no danger. She'll be transferred to a regular ward for observation for two days." Julian heaved a sigh of relief. He looked back at me with a hint of reproach. "See? She's so pitiful. Can't you be a little understanding?" I said nothing. The hospital bed was wheeled out. Vivian was lying on it, pale and with her eyes closed. As she passed me, her eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes opened a slit. Seeing me, she soon got tears welling up. Julian immediately held her hand. "Vivian, don't be afraid. I'm here." I turned and walked out of the hospital. The cold wind hit my face. Only then did I realize my heart was pounding wildly.
The next day, Julian didn't come home. The house was deathly silent. I called a real estate agent to list the house. "Yes, we need to sell it right away." In the afternoon, Julian came back. He looked exhausted. "Sophia, I apologize on Vivian's behalf. She didn't mean it yesterday." "Can't she apologize herself?" He was stunned for a moment. "She's still very weak." "Julian, don't talk about her. Let's talk about us. What about the wedding? How do we explain to our relatives and friends?" He was silent for a while. "Once things settle down, we can have the wedding again." "Again?" I stared at him. "You think this is something that can be done again?" "Then what do you want me to do? It already happened. Sophia. I know you have endured a lot, but Vivian just came back from the brink of death. Can't we be a little more understanding?" "Again, understanding." I sighed in my heart. I went into the bedroom, pulled out a suitcase, and started packing. Julian frowned. "What are you doing?" "I'm selling this house." His face darkened. "Sophia, have you had enough of this scene?" "I'm not making a scene," I said, folding my clothes neatly into the suitcase. "I just don't want to live here anymore." He walked over and grabbed my wrist. "Don't you dare sell it! This is our home!" "The moment you abandoned it for another woman, it stopped being our home." Fury flared in his eyes. "You're being utterly unreasonable!" At this moment, his phone rang. He answered, and soon his tone shifted. "What's wrong? Another nightmare? Don't be scared. I'm coming right now." After hanging up, he released me with impatience on his face. "Sophia, stop this. Vivian's still shaken. I need to check on her. We'll talk when I get back." He thought I would compromise like before. I said coldly, "If you leave, then don't come back." His steps halted. He looked back at me with an icy gaze. "Sophia, my patience has limits." Then he left anyway. Listening to the door slam shut, I placed the last item in the suitcase and zipped it shut.
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