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Time flew by.
On the day of Adrian and Jessica's wedding of the century, the Pierce mansion was decked out in lights and decorations, buzzing with celebration.
In stark contrast, Charlotte's second-floor room felt like a tomb.
The servants' chatter drifted up.
"Poor Miss Charlotte. About to marry into the Fitzgeralds, and her legs..."
"Mr. Fitzgerald says he doesn't mind now, but what about later?"
"Miss Jessica's the lucky one. Mr. Blackwell designed that huge diamond ring himself and publicly swore he'd never hurt her. What a catch."
"Right? Rich, gorgeous, and totally devoted. So jealous."
The wedding procession's fireworks were deafening.
"Mr. Blackwell's here!" "The groom's arrived!"
The servants couldn't contain themselves.
"Quick, let's go see!"
"But Charlotte's alone upstairs..."
"She's stuck in that wheelchair—where's she gonna go? What could happen? This is once-in-a-lifetime!"
The footsteps quickly disappeared.
In the bedroom, Charlotte sat upright in her wheelchair, spine perfectly straight.
On the white wall across from her, she'd written her final accusation in lipstick—a wall covered in blood-red words, each one burning with truth.
She picked up the lighter and set the silk bed curtains on fire without hesitation.
The dancing flames reflected in her clear eyes as a single tear silently fell.
The fire greedily climbed the bedpost, swallowed the bed in seconds, and crept toward the wheelchair...
Outside the Pierce mansion.
Adrian stood in his designer tux beside the stretch limo, looking dazed.
The bride, Jessica, wore an extravagant veil as her bridesmaids escorted her over.
Adrian seemed lost in thought until the wedding coordinator nudged him back to reality.
A breeze lifted Jessica's veil, revealing her perfectly made-up face.
But in that moment, all he could think about was Charlotte's pale, defiant expression.
He pushed down the darkness in his eyes.
Once upon a time, he'd thought about nothing but marrying Charlotte.
But the moment jealousy made him say he'd marry Jessica instead, there was no going back.
He lifted Jessica into the wedding car.
The convoy drove past the hotel where he'd first met Charlotte, past the bridge where they'd watched fireworks together...
Every memory cut like a knife, slicing through Adrian's heart.
He pressed his aching chest and convinced himself: sacrificing his happiness for hers was the right thing to do.
Charlotte deserved the best.
He'd always known she was playing him and Preston against each other, but he understood her situation.
Her mom died young, her stepmother treated her like dirt—she was just trying to survive, grabbing at any lifeline she could find.
So he'd been willing to be her stepping stone, helping her climb up to the Fitzgerald family.
Now that he'd married Jessica, nothing could stop Charlotte from marrying Preston. She could live peacefully as Mrs. Fitzgerald.
Just then, shouts erupted from the roadside: "Fire! The Pierce house is on fire!"
Adrian whipped around to see thick smoke and flames shooting up from the mansion.
His heart stopped.
Through the hot air came snippets of conversation:
"I heard it's the older daughter's room! With her legs like that, she's probably..."
"God, burning like that—nobody could survive. Probably nothing left but ashes!"
BUZZING—
Adrian's mind went completely blank.
Why was Charlotte's room on fire?!
"STOP THE CAR! STOP!"
Pure terror consumed him as everything else faded away.
From the wedding limo, Jessica's piercing scream cut through the windows: "Adrian! Don't go! Today is our wedding day!"
Adrian ignored her completely, shoved the driver out, and yanked the wheel hard. The sports car shot out of the wedding convoy like a rocket.
The roaring engine drowned out Jessica's screaming.
The crowd went nuts.
"Holy crap! He just ditched his bride to save his wife's sister?"
"Bailing on your wedding day—that's some serious bad juju!"
"House fire, runaway groom—this is a total disaster!"
The brutal gossip hit Jessica like slaps to the face.
She gripped her bouquet so tight her knuckles went white, rage boiling over.
After a beat, she plastered on a fake smile for the cameras. "Adrian's just concerned about my family's safety. He's got a big heart. Keep going—I know he'll sort this out and meet us at the venue."
The convoy rolled toward the church in crushing silence.
On the day of Adrian and Jessica's wedding of the century, the Pierce mansion was decked out in lights and decorations, buzzing with celebration.
In stark contrast, Charlotte's second-floor room felt like a tomb.
The servants' chatter drifted up.
"Poor Miss Charlotte. About to marry into the Fitzgeralds, and her legs..."
"Mr. Fitzgerald says he doesn't mind now, but what about later?"
"Miss Jessica's the lucky one. Mr. Blackwell designed that huge diamond ring himself and publicly swore he'd never hurt her. What a catch."
"Right? Rich, gorgeous, and totally devoted. So jealous."
The wedding procession's fireworks were deafening.
"Mr. Blackwell's here!" "The groom's arrived!"
The servants couldn't contain themselves.
"Quick, let's go see!"
"But Charlotte's alone upstairs..."
"She's stuck in that wheelchair—where's she gonna go? What could happen? This is once-in-a-lifetime!"
The footsteps quickly disappeared.
In the bedroom, Charlotte sat upright in her wheelchair, spine perfectly straight.
On the white wall across from her, she'd written her final accusation in lipstick—a wall covered in blood-red words, each one burning with truth.
She picked up the lighter and set the silk bed curtains on fire without hesitation.
The dancing flames reflected in her clear eyes as a single tear silently fell.
The fire greedily climbed the bedpost, swallowed the bed in seconds, and crept toward the wheelchair...
Outside the Pierce mansion.
Adrian stood in his designer tux beside the stretch limo, looking dazed.
The bride, Jessica, wore an extravagant veil as her bridesmaids escorted her over.
Adrian seemed lost in thought until the wedding coordinator nudged him back to reality.
A breeze lifted Jessica's veil, revealing her perfectly made-up face.
But in that moment, all he could think about was Charlotte's pale, defiant expression.
He pushed down the darkness in his eyes.
Once upon a time, he'd thought about nothing but marrying Charlotte.
But the moment jealousy made him say he'd marry Jessica instead, there was no going back.
He lifted Jessica into the wedding car.
The convoy drove past the hotel where he'd first met Charlotte, past the bridge where they'd watched fireworks together...
Every memory cut like a knife, slicing through Adrian's heart.
He pressed his aching chest and convinced himself: sacrificing his happiness for hers was the right thing to do.
Charlotte deserved the best.
He'd always known she was playing him and Preston against each other, but he understood her situation.
Her mom died young, her stepmother treated her like dirt—she was just trying to survive, grabbing at any lifeline she could find.
So he'd been willing to be her stepping stone, helping her climb up to the Fitzgerald family.
Now that he'd married Jessica, nothing could stop Charlotte from marrying Preston. She could live peacefully as Mrs. Fitzgerald.
Just then, shouts erupted from the roadside: "Fire! The Pierce house is on fire!"
Adrian whipped around to see thick smoke and flames shooting up from the mansion.
His heart stopped.
Through the hot air came snippets of conversation:
"I heard it's the older daughter's room! With her legs like that, she's probably..."
"God, burning like that—nobody could survive. Probably nothing left but ashes!"
BUZZING—
Adrian's mind went completely blank.
Why was Charlotte's room on fire?!
"STOP THE CAR! STOP!"
Pure terror consumed him as everything else faded away.
From the wedding limo, Jessica's piercing scream cut through the windows: "Adrian! Don't go! Today is our wedding day!"
Adrian ignored her completely, shoved the driver out, and yanked the wheel hard. The sports car shot out of the wedding convoy like a rocket.
The roaring engine drowned out Jessica's screaming.
The crowd went nuts.
"Holy crap! He just ditched his bride to save his wife's sister?"
"Bailing on your wedding day—that's some serious bad juju!"
"House fire, runaway groom—this is a total disaster!"
The brutal gossip hit Jessica like slaps to the face.
She gripped her bouquet so tight her knuckles went white, rage boiling over.
After a beat, she plastered on a fake smile for the cameras. "Adrian's just concerned about my family's safety. He's got a big heart. Keep going—I know he'll sort this out and meet us at the venue."
The convoy rolled toward the church in crushing silence.
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