The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 3

Marion’s hand trembled, and her phone slipped from her grasp, hitting the bed rail with a loud crack before landing on the floor.

Cassie woke abruptly, instinctively turning towards Marion. Cassie’s heart surged with a mix of excitement and heartache. “Marion, are you awake?”

“Cassie—”

Marion tried to address her friend but her voice trembled and made it difficult to talk. Cassie, having just woken up herself, did not think much of the sound of Marion’s phone falling.

As she bent down, Cassie picked up the phone, and as she did, she caught sight of the illuminated screen. There was a photo of Jameson embracing Sally.

Cassie seethed with anger, her entire body trembling. Unsure if Marion had seen the picture yet, she suppressed her rage, pretending everything was fine. “Marion, you’re awake. I’ll get the doctor to check on you.”

Marion’s gaze swept over the phone Cassie placed on the bedside table. She did not say anything. She closed her eyes and softly replied, “Okay.”

dress; she had not changed since last night, standing guard in the

to worry anymore. Besides, it was time for her to face the harsh

Sally’s eyes, she would always be Jameson’s second choice. She once reassured herself that it did not matter, that he loved her, but the excruciating pain coursing through her body now screamed

Marion clenched the bedsheets tightly, gritting her teeth. The tension intensified the pain from her wounds, but it was the only

with Richard bringing breakfast. The tension he held throughout the night finally eased. After the doctor’s examination, as Richard stepped out of the

the commotion outside, Marion called out, “Dad,” a hint of panic crossing her pale face. Cassie hurried outside to

Craig and Daniel Florrick emerged from the elevator and saw Richard being assisted by nurses toward the family waiting

and then

raised his hand, signaling for Daniel to assess the situation. Daniel nodded and went over

walking deeper into the ward. Soon, he arrived

her eyes.

The man’s voice was low, his words carrying a hint of indifference. It was a casual remark, delivered calmly and with little

an accident, and in her pursuit of Jameson, she had not paid any

at the bandages on her body, and